Only if it (really) helps

... because it only helps if it works.

I actually never wanted to do cosmetic surgery.

And that's why I'm not doing that today either.

How does that fit together?

How does that work out?

Please pay attention.

We live in a world of images.
So please allow me to include one or two meaningful images in this chapter. For the sake of simplicity. Not for the sake of simplicity, because the path on this narrow path of promises (and here we already have the first image, as it presents itself to me as a mountaineer) is by no means easy, even if we are persuaded of many things as children of our time.

Incidentally, as a child, I remember hearing the answer "what I wanted to be when I grew up" before the question. And that has remained the case on my professional path to this day: my patients and their respective concerns have always shown me the direction of my professional activities. I have learned to "listen" to this mysterious compass needle and can still rely on it today.

"Primum nil nocere." ("First and foremost: do no harm.")

Quite simply.
That's how we doctors have been brought up and shaped since the ancient Greeks - that's how we tick.

My critical examination of and, yes, skepticism towards cosmetic medicine has accompanied me at all stages of my long professional career: from the university clinic, through countless congresses and numerous internships at home and abroad, and even to the remotest corners of the world as part of humanitarian surgical missions.

Today I can say: to this day, this critical view (especially of myself) guards, limits and protects my medical work.

And my patients.