It’s all my mother’s fault

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My brother, Bob Adler, my dad and mom, and me with Elizabeth, then six, at my mom’s birthday celebration.

It all began when I was seven years old and my mom dressed me for Purim in the costume of Queen Esther, who Jewish people believed saved them from destruction at the hands of the wicked Haman thousands of years ago. It stuck in my psyche that I was a direct descendant of the queen. I have always loved “dressing up” and wearing “jewels” to complement my wardrobe. And I admit it — I’m vain. I just love looking good.

So after a year of ups and downs, I felt it was time to do something for me. It had been my dream to refresh myself with a little face-lift. I had had one 15 years ago with the expert artist and surgeon, Dr. Lyle S. Leipziger, Chief of the Division of Plastic Surgery at North Shore University Hospital and Long Island Jewish Medical Center. Not only is his talent well known, but he has repeatedly been chosen as a top plastic surgeon by many publications that rate doctors, as evidenced by his once again being listed in New York Magazine’s Top Doctors issue. To add to that, he is also a warm, caring, patient professional.

With great trepidation, I did it! So that means I have to stay out of sight for two weeks as I heal and cope with the expected bruising. My daughter Elizabeth and her two- and four-year-olds, Addison and Jonah, live with me since her husband died last month. So we all decided that I should stay with my daughter Samantha, whose children were at their other grandmother’s. No little ones to scare.

After the surgery at the sparkling new Katz Women’s Hospital at Long Island Jewish Medical Center, I had a private duty nurse to watch over me. She graciously managed my discomfort. Part of the recovery is constant changing of ice packs and watching my vital signs. I had been held in the recovery room overnight and around 7 a.m., I was brought up to a bright, newly designed room.

Even though my children visited, I was happy not to complain to them and have the security of a nurse. By 6 p.m., Dr. Leipziger said I could go home, but he gave me strict orders to do no work. I guess he wanted assurance I’d do my share in keeping my blood pressure under control.

Going to Samantha’s was wonderful because it was quiet and cozy, almost like going to a resort. I had someone with me to change the ice and make sure I ate something. I guess the anesthesia made me sleepy as well. It’s not like I didn’t need a break from life, and this was it!

By Sunday, I was home and enjoying Jonah and Addison playing with their mom in the pool. Although I am confined to the house for these two weeks, I’ve always been a believer to work hard and play hard. Well, this break is my “play” time.

I survived the surgery, my biggest fear, and maybe being vain isn’t such a terrible thing!

After all, as my blessed husband Stu would say, “it’s time to stop blaming your mother.”

See you all next weekend at the fabulously successful and joyful LIC Flea & International Food Bazaar right on the Annabel Basin (where you can rent a kayak) and enjoy the views of the spectacular skyline of Manhattan. Try it, you’ll love it!