Today I tell you about women's stories. In fact, they will tell you about them themselves.
Each of us surgeons can think what we want of ourselves: believe he is the best, a godfather; sometimes knowing, to himself, that he is nothing more than a good barker, an expert storyteller who can 'sell' his 'product'.perhaps at exorbitant figures. Power of the internet and words. But words, those of others, can indeed be powerful: can testify to a challenge, a success, perhaps achieved after an arduous journey (nothing in this world is free) but ultimately full, total.
For four years now I have been talking about REPA (which for the abdominal diastasis represents laparoscopic surgeryor, rather, in endoscopy) and that I try to spread all possible and scientifically accurate information among women on the diastasis recti and the possibility of treating it with a gentle surgerynon-invasive and without the risks of its older sister, theabdominoplastyor the fuff of useless (in this case) and very expensive technologies such as the robot. REPA is a young surgery, revolutionary in many ways, rooted in the close collaboration between the surgical act and the postoperative physiotherapy: something that, in Italy, among wall surgeons, no one had thought of before me, that no one had ever studied. I can say that, despite initial difficulties, fierce parochial opposition, envy and jealousy and, of course, a few failures (and who hasn't?) it has been a success: a true therapeutic successfrom which more than 200 patients have now benefited.
But is it my turn to say it? No, of course not: I cannot be my own judge, if not within myself, to critically evaluate what I have done and correct my mistakes (and who doesn't make mistakes?). It must be others: it must be my patients who say 'yes, you did it right' or 'you did it all wrong'.
One of the nice things about this adventure is that, when you least expect it, you get someone's 'thank you'; but not a symbolic, polite, almost mannerist 'thank you': rather an important, disruptive 'thank you', like lightning on a cloudy night.
The ones I am leaving you today, as a gift (because they were for me), are stories of women and diastasis. Told by themselves. Enjoy!