Guy Stofman, Dr

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Jun 30, 2025

Stofman actually performed a procedure on my Lymphangioma--face, left side of my cheek--in 1997, when I was 9 1/2. Left me with several disfiguring scars, including two behind the surgical incision, from him cutting my face open in his office, a few weeks after my surgery, to insert a drainage tube and pouch, due to my face swelling up with blood and fluid a week after the surgery and my left eye becoming almost completely bloodshot. He stuck needles in my neck to numb it, and as he was heading out to find a scalpel, due to his first framed scalpel on his wall not being sharp enough, the nurse from the front desk came in worried wondering why he was looking for a scalpel. We--my mom and I-- told her, she was visibly disturbed and said "He can't do that. He has to do that in the hospital," before rushing off to find him. She apparently did and we heard her telling him he couldn't do that in the hallway with the door shut. The reason THIS, was done, was the week prior--again about two weeks after my surgery--when my face started swelling up, he told me to come in to the hospital, and injected my incision several times with numbing medication, the cut it open again, stuck surgical tongs in my face and opened and closed them, in an attempt to drain my face that way. He also put his fingers inside my face and held the outside of my cheek with his other hand and pushed to try and push the fluid and blood out. That didn't work, I was obviously crying as I would be a week later when he cut my face open in his office. Also, when I initially woke up in Children's Hospital in recovery, I felt my face because it obviously felt weird and I was curious, and I didn't feel what I should be stitches. He hadn't sown up my face, as he said it would heal better open and wouldn't keloid since "black people tend to keloid due to the melanin." His exact words. He also told me at the consult the year before when I was 8, that if I didn't have surgery, Lymphangioma would grow and spread into my neck and block my airway and suffocate me in my sleep. While my mom was in the waiting room as I was having an MRI. He told me this with a nurse in there, before bringing my mom back in. So obviously I was scared and didn't want to die, so I agreed. He didn't want to perform surgery because I was so young, and said he would rather wait until I was at least 13, but 18 would be best as I would be finished growing, but that he was also worried about my Lymphangioma growing. A year later, he left Children's FACS, so I didn't even have him to go to for anymore follows or scar revisions like he said he could and would do.

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