Persons Plastic Surgery

In your 20s, people will tell you your life is over when a big rig hits you head-on.
Ignore them.

I was in medical school, planning a career in women’s health, when everything changed in an instant. Eighteen reconstructive surgeries.

Months of recovery. Leaving school indefinitely.

Lying in that hospital bed, I watched my plastic surgeons work. Not just on my body... but on my hope. My future. My sense of self.

That’s when I knew.
I went back to medical school. Switched from women’s health to plastic surgery because I’d seen firsthand how it heals more than just bodies. It restores confidence. Identity. The ability to look in the mirror and recognize yourself again.

Then came motherhood. Three children. And the voices started again: “You can’t be both a mom and a surgeon.”

Watch me.

Today, I own my practice in my hometown of Lafayette, California. Every patient who walks through my door gets a surgeon who understands that physical transformation is deeply personal... because I’ve been on that table too.

Your setbacks don’t define you.
How you come back does.

Happy National Doctors’ Day to every physician who turned their pain into purpose. We see you.

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