I‘ve just returned from the US, where I sawa batch of my close American girlfriends, who are mostly my age.
I was heartsick to learn that of the two dear friends who’d had surgical facelifts, one was still in pain a few years later (a one-in-amillion chance, her doctor had told her—not very comforting when you are that one in the statistic), and the other’s face was still numb after more than a year.
The surgeries had been well done. Both looked lovely and not artificially pulled, but they had come at a
