Category Archives: Plastic Surgery Philosophy

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Unhappy after Plastic Surgery?

A plastic surgery patient in head and face bandages scrutinizes herself looking in a mirror with reading glasses

Most plastic surgical procedures create a visible change to the human body. Unlike those who have had gallbladder surgery or a tonsillectomy, plastic surgical patients see their results. Whether they’ve had a cleft lip repair, a breast reconstruction, or a …
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Plastic Surgery on the Bravest Boy

When I was 15, I moved with my parents and two younger brothers to Kenya. My father, a plastic surgeon, took a year’s leave of absence from his position as Chief of Plastic Surgery at UC Irvine to serve as …
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Fraud & the Vaccine Showdown

Abuela Carmen with Siena Canales and her big brother, Diego; Siena was too young to be vaccinated.

In a recent article* on the outbreak of measles, an anti-vaccine mother said, “I actually think it’s healthy for children to get childhood diseases.” She’s in good company. In areas of Sonoma County, 20% of incoming kindergartners aren’t fully vaccinated, …
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Plastic Surgery: A Shame Game?

Woman reading tabloid magazine about celebrity plastic surgery

Some of plastic surgery’s biggest fans are its critics. Take the Daily Mail, for instance. In October, 2014, their headline screamed,  “What HAS Renee Zellweger done to her face?” Readers gobbled it up, responding with 3,600 comments. People love to hate …
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Saying Goodbye to Carmen

Dr. Francisco Canales as a baby with his parents

This year began differently from others. Ever since my husband and I were married, we wished his mother, Carmen, Happy New Year. But not this year. We didn’t even get to say Merry Christmas or Feliz Navidad to her, because …
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Plastic Surgery Party

Heather Furnas, M.D., and Francisco Canales, M.D., and staff with Christmas wreath at Plastic Surgery Associates Party, 2014, Santa Rosa, California

Thirty years ago, I was an intern spending a month on the pediatric surgery service at Stanford Hospital. Each morning at 5:30 AM, I prepared for morning rounds, which began an hour later. I went from baby to baby, pouring …
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