Tummy

My journey to the plastic surgeon’s office had started a year earlier, the day I thought I was having a heart attack. Tight chest. Shortness of breath. And was the pain in my left arm real or just my anxiety? Tests were run and I was told it might be a clot. I recognized it as the kind that had killed a friend of mine just the year before. She was my age and also a mom of two. Healthy. Strong. I…