Failed Congenital Ptosis Surgery

Jean’s story in this case describes her growing up with Ptosis and having a number of surgeries to correct the problem. Seems like most of them have mostly failed but perhaps you can learn something more from her experiences. Many kids are teased and even bullied while growing up with ptosis. It’s the strange or different that brings out insults, and tease phrases and all that. Blepharoplasty after failed blepharoplasty, Jean is now an adult, but really, check out some of the quotes that grabbed my attention and then visit her blog. This is an older post but still applicable. It seems that her pictures have been deleted or are otherwise broken. But the narrataion about her failed ptosis surgeries is interesting

I was born with bilateral ptosis, a condition in which parts of the eyelid muscles are paralyzed. My mother realized early on that this was a problem, as evidenced in the formal toddler-age portraits in which I am posed always looking down at something, a book, say, or a doll. She pursued medical treatment for me and so I had surgery, one eyelid at a time, when I was three or four, an event I still remember. So now I could look at the camera but those pictures show something still broken as I tilt my head back to gain purchase with my vision through the narrow

Source: Jean’s stories: Congenital Ptosis

At 31 another surgery, this time because there had yet to be a ptosis surgery for this year’s class in the teaching hospital and also because the last surgery was failing, leaving an eyelid curling

Source: Jean’s stories: Congenital Ptosis

It’s a bit discouraging at times after so many failed ptosis surgeries.

With all this new attention to my eyes I’ve noticed that my last ptosis surgery has mostly failed.

Source: Jean’s stories: Congenital Ptosis

But I love her enthusiasm and embrace of the situation. After so many failed blepharoplasties (blepharoplasty is ptosis eyelid surgery), she looks ahead at life with a possitive attitude and what I think is a great outlook.

I’m okay. Most days I can still see well enough to drive. I’m as flawed as they come. I’m perfect.

Source: Jean’s stories: Congenital Ptosis

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