The Healing Mission of Plastic Surgery

He appeared to be an ordinary middle-aged man sitting in the first examination room of my plastic surgery clinic. The baseball cap was the only thing that seemed somehow out of place. I said, "Hello, Mr. Brown, I am Dr. Cronin; what can I do for you?". Without saying a word, he grabbed the bill of his cap and, with a little flair, removed it to expose the reason for his visit. "Can you help me, Dr. Cronin?" he said. My eyes open a little wider, and I stood a little taller as I tried to be noncha