By A/Prof Tim Papadopoulos, Specialist Plastic Surgeon
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There is a moment in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex that has haunted Western thought for two and a half millennia.
Oedipus — king, hero, solver of riddles — is at the height of his power and certainty. He has saved Thebes. He has married a queen. He has governed well and been loved for it. And then, with the terrible inevitability that only Greek tragedy achieves, the thing he has most refused to examine begins to surface.
The truth he could not bear to know was there all along.
What destroys Oedipus is not malice. It is not incompetence. It is the particular form of blindness that afflicts the most capable and confident, the blindness of a person so accustomed to solving problems that they have stopped asking whether they might themselves be one.
The Greeks had a word for the disposition that precedes this kind of fall. Hubris. We have borrowed the word and softened it into mere arrogance. In the original, it meant something more specific and more dangerous: the overstepping of proper human limits. The belief — conscious or unconscious — that one is exempt from the constraints that govern others. That one’s skill, one’s reputation, one’s accumulated success places one beyond the reach of the ordinary human capacity for error.
Every surgeon who has practised long enough has met this version of themselves in the mirror.
I want to write today about what happens when things go wrong. Not in the abstract. Not with the careful euphemisms of a medical-legal document. But honestly, because the patients who have been harmed by aesthetic procedures, and the surgeons who have caused harm, both deserve more honesty than this subject usually receives.
Let me begin with something that is almost never said in public by a surgeon, and that I believe needs to be said plainly.
Complications happen. In every surgical practice, at every level of skill and experience, in procedures that were correctly indicated, properly planned, and technically well executed. The human body is not an engineering problem with predictable tolerances. It is a biological system of extraordinary complexity, and it does not always respond to intervention in the ways that anatomy textbooks, surgical experience, and careful planning predict.
I have had complications. Every honest surgeon has. The wound that does not heal as expected. The asymmetry that emerges in the months after a procedure that looked excellent in the operating theatre. The patient whose result, by every objective measure, is good — and who is nonetheless unhappy in ways that the surgical plan could not have anticipated and cannot now address.
These experiences are the most formative of a surgical career. Not the triumphs — the triumphs confirm what you already believe about your own competence. The complications teach you things about medicine, about human complexity, and about yourself that nothing else can.
What they teach you, if you are paying attention, is humility. Not the performed humility of a surgeon who says of course, no procedure is without risk in a pre-operative consultation while privately believing that complications happen to other surgeons. Real humility. The kind that comes from sitting across from a patient whose face is not what either of you intended, and understanding — fully, without deflection — that you share responsibility for that outcome.
I want to distinguish between three categories of adverse outcome, because they are morally and clinically different and the distinction matters.
The first is the unavoidable complication, the outcome that occurred despite correct indication, correct planning, correct execution, and correct post-operative management. Infection in a patient with no risk factors. Hypertrophic scarring in a patient with no personal or family history of it. An asymmetry that emerges as healing progresses in ways that no surgeon could have predicted. These outcomes are genuinely tragic in the classical sense, suffering without culpable cause. The surgeon’s responsibility here is not guilt but obligation: to manage the complication with the same rigour and attention that the original procedure received, to be fully present for the patient through the experience, and to learn whatever can be learned.
The second is the avoidable complication, the outcome that occurred because something was done that should not have been done, or not done that should have been. The wrong patient selected. The contraindication inadequately weighted. The patient who presented clear psychological warning signs that were overlooked or minimised because the commercial pressure to treat was stronger than the clinical pressure to decline. The procedure performed despite technical concerns that should have prompted pause. These outcomes carry genuine culpability, and the surgeon’s response must go beyond management of the complication to honest reckoning with what produced it.
The third, and the most insidious, is the outcome that is not, by any clinical metric, a complication, but that constitutes harm nonetheless. The technically adequate rhinoplasty on a patient who was not ready, who expected something that surgery cannot deliver, who is now a technically successful result and a psychologically worse person than before they walked into the operating theatre. The filler treatment that looks fine at twelve months but has contributed, at five years, to a cumulative architectural change that the patient did not anticipate and did not consent to in any meaningful sense. The facelift that addressed what the patient asked about and left untouched a deeper unhappiness that the surgeon could see and chose not to raise.
This third category is the one the industry most consistently refuses to acknowledge. Because it implicates not just technical skill but judgment, courage, and the willingness to have conversations that reduce bookings.
Sophocles understood something about suffering that I think is directly relevant to aesthetic medicine. In his tragedies, suffering is rarely meaningless. It is almost always revelatory, it strips away the constructed self and confronts the character with what is real.
The patient who has had a bad aesthetic outcome is not merely dealing with a physical problem. They are dealing with a particular kind of loss — the loss of a hoped-for self, a version of their own face that existed for a period of time as a real and anticipated future, and that is now not coming. This is a grief, and it deserves to be recognised as one.
I have sat with patients in this grief. It is one of the most difficult and most important things a surgeon can do, to be fully present for a patient who is suffering from an outcome that is partly or entirely your responsibility, without retreat into clinical language, without defensive distance, without the bureaucratic apparatus of patient relations that many practices interpose between surgeon and unhappy patient precisely because genuine presence is so difficult.
The instinct, when a result is poor, is to manage the situation. To explain. To contextualise. To produce the consent form and note that the patient acknowledged the risks. All of this may be legally appropriate. None of it is what the patient needs.
What the patient needs, first and always, is to know that you see what they see. That you are not going to tell them the result is fine when it is not fine. That you are not going to minimize what they are experiencing or redirect their attention to the things that went well. That you are, simply and without reservation, present with them in what has happened.
This is not a therapeutic technique. It is a moral obligation. And it is, in my experience, the only foundation on which genuine resolution — clinical, emotional, or legal — can be built.
There is a concept in Stoic philosophy — kathêkon, usually translated as appropriate action or moral duty — that holds that in any situation, however difficult, there is a response that is fitting for a person of good character to make. Not the easiest response. Not the most self-protective response. The fitting one.
For a surgeon whose patient has had a poor outcome, the kathêkon is clear, even when it is hard.
Acknowledge what has happened, fully and without qualification. Take responsibility for what is yours to own. Do not apportion blame to the patient’s healing, the patient’s anatomy, or the patient’s unrealistic expectations unless these are genuinely, demonstrably, and specifically causative — and even then, tread carefully, because the power differential between surgeon and patient means that what reads to you as clinical explanation reads to the patient as deflection.
Propose a plan for management or revision, where one exists. If revision is not possible, or not appropriate, say so honestly. Refer to a colleague whose skills are better suited to the specific problem if that is in the patient’s best interest, even if it is not in yours.
I want to say something about the patients who come to me having been harmed elsewhere.
Revision surgery — the correction of poor outcomes from prior procedures — is one of the most technically and emotionally demanding areas of aesthetic surgery. The anatomy is disturbed. The tissue planes are scarred. The surgical targets are moving, because the face has been altered from whatever baseline it began with. The technical challenges are real and significant.
But the greater challenge is not technical. It is relational.
The patient sitting across from me in a revision consultation is not a straightforward aesthetic patient. They are a person who trusted a surgeon, underwent a procedure, and experienced something they did not consent to and did not deserve. They carry, in varying proportions, grief, anger, self-blame, shame, and a very reasonable wariness about trusting another surgeon with the face that was already hurt once.
Working with these patients requires a kind of care that goes beyond surgical planning. It requires patience with their mistrust, because it is earned. It requires honesty about what revision can and cannot achieve, because false optimism would be a second betrayal. It requires acknowledgment — even though I was not the surgeon who caused the original harm — that what happened to them was wrong, that their experience of it is valid, and that the standard of care they received was inadequate.
I say this not to position myself against other surgeons but because patients who have been harmed need to hear it from someone with clinical authority before they can begin to trust again. The acknowledgment costs me nothing. To them, it matters enormously.
There is a final dimension of this subject that I have not yet addressed, because it is the most uncomfortable and the most important.
Regret that has nothing to do with complications.
The technically perfect outcome that the patient now wishes they had never pursued. The nose that was skilfully refined and that the patient, five years later, misses in its original form. The breast augmentation that was exactly what was requested and that no longer feels like the right decision. The facelift that is objectively excellent and that sits oddly with a self-concept that has evolved since the operation.
This form of regret is genuinely difficult, because it does not point to any specific failure of surgical care. The indication was appropriate. The consent was valid. The result is good.
And yet.
Heraclitus again: you cannot step into the same river twice. The patient who made the decision is not quite the same person who must now live with it. The self that wanted this face is continuous with but not identical to the self that inhabits it now. People change. Values shift. The body changes around the surgical result. The relationship to one’s own appearance deepens and complicates in ways that a pre-operative consultation, however thorough, cannot fully anticipate.
I do not think this regret is preventable in every case. I think it is part of the human condition that any significant decision — career, relationship, surgery — carries the possibility of being evaluated differently by the future self than by the present one.
What I do think, and what I tell every patient before significant surgery, is this:
Make this decision as the person you are, not the person you hope to become. If the decision requires a different version of yourself to make sense — a version that is more confident, more free, more fully yourself — examine that very carefully. Surgery can support the journey toward that person. It cannot substitute for it.
And then, if the decision is genuinely, carefully, honestly theirs, I help them as well as I possibly can.
That is the full extent of the surgeon’s responsibility.
Not to prevent all regret, that is beyond any human power. But to ensure that whatever outcome follows, it followed from the best possible version of this conversation, at this moment, between this patient and this surgeon.
Oedipus’s tragedy was that he never had that conversation with himself.
The oracle tried to give it to him.
He wasn’t ready to listen.
Next Week in School of Beauty:
Next column: The Greek Diaspora — what it means to carry a particular aesthetic heritage across the world, and why a Greek surgeon sees something in the consulting room that others cannot.
A/Prof Tim Papadopoulos is a specialist plastic surgeon and academic researcher. School of Beauty appears weekly in Greek City Times.
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