And all this for the sake of one - to remain competitive in this tacit slave market with very strict rules of the game, where there can be no derogations, no compromises. Where no one can help you, and you alone have to fight against a whole flock of dangerous and hungry predators. And the years go inexorably. Clicks metronome life measuring out your already bygone past, absorbing and reducing future. There is growing frustration with each communicating with a mirror, and inevitably begin to grasp at every straw, including for plastic surgery in the hope that a change of image and appearance can at least briefly extend the usual life. Of course, it would be more convenient to do the whole procedure abroad, away from Toronto and local gossip. Somewhere in US hospitals, Switzerland or France. Away from her husband and from others, envious and evil eye. Especially if something does not go as planned.