J Douglas Cusick, MD FACS

I would NOT recommend this doctor for anything. His staff is insulting and he way over charges for a first visit consultation $ 250! I was in his waiting for at least 30min for him to check a sun spot which took less that 10min. He wanted me to go to out pacient surgery to remove it — I went elsewhere. Be warned, this doctor is not legitimate.

Ladies, if you’re considering breast surgery, run – do not walk – as far away as you can from this man. The story I’m about to share is not pretty, nor is it easy for me to talk about, for reasons which will become obvious very shortly. However, if writing this review saves even one woman from going through what I went through, I will consider it entirely worth it.
When I was a little girl, flat as a pancake and jealous of my older sister’s developing figure, I used to wish with all my heart for full, womanly breasts. This is one of those «be-​careful-​what-​you-​wish-​for» scenarios, because the good Lord in his infinite wisdom decided to bless me with way more than my fair share. By the time I was twelve, I was wearing a C-​cup. When I finally stopped developing, I topped out at a 36DDD. I got all of the wrong kind of attention from boys in high school, and on top of the self-​esteem issues I also had to contend with chronic lower back pain and bowing clavicles from the extra weight on my chest. By the time I was twenty, I had decided that enough was enough, and I asked my OBGYN for a referral to a surgeon who could perform a reduction.
In the consultation, Cusick was insulting about my weight and referred to my breast shape as a «rock in a sock.» First off, they weren’t that bad. I wasn’t even old enough to drink, so they hadn’t had time to become awful in terms of gravitational pull. Secondly, why the hell would you say that to someone who has admittedly had self-​esteem issues relating to her breasts? Do they not teach bedside manner to plastic surgeons?
Despite having reservations about his attitude, I scheduled the procedure and eagerly awaited the operation, looking forward to having the huge weight literally lifted off my shoulders. When the time came, my mom joined my then-​boyfriend and me at the Surgicenter of Johnson County. When my mom had concerns about the surgery and anesthesia, Dr. Cusick was condescending, avoiding answering her questions by telling her that we were «at a top-​notch facility.» Complications still arise during surgeries, even at the best places, but he was apparently unwilling to consider this and talk through the procedure with my mother, who was already worried.
After surgery, I was sent home to recover. Pain was to be expected, but what I went through was definitely unacceptable.
The skin on my breasts was stapled, rather than sutured. Most plastic surgeons who do breast operations steer clear of staples, and I now know why. After having worked in veterinary surgery for several years, I am now aware that the only advantage staples have over suture is efficiency in the O.R. It takes far less time and effort to bang a few staples into the skin than it does to painstakingly suture things closed. With breasts, however, staples tend to hold less securely and create more scarring. My situation was complicated by the fact that the skin on my right breast had been pulled too tight in the first place, and the incision line split in three different places. I was left with huge wounds along the side of my areola, down the center of my breast, and underneath where the vertical incision met the horizontal one.
When we went in to see Cusick about it, he refused to take responsibility for the incident and tried to avoid doing a corrective procedure. He informed me that he wanted to wait several weeks to see if it would heal by second intention, essentially allowing the skin to granulate back together. This would, of course, have left horrific and irreversible scarring, so I protested as much as possible, but he refused to do the surgery until we allowed it to have a chance to heal again.
After waiting three weeks with painful, gaping wounds all over my breast, he finally agreed to do another surgery. He debrided the dead tissue around each wound and closed them, this time using suture. Things healed fine after that, but I was left with large areas of scarring and a severely uneven areola on that side.
In addition to the problem I had with the right breast, I also had a severe reaction to the metal in the staples. When I went in to have them removed, the areas where the prongs had entered my skin were red and inflamed, and having them taken out was extremely painful. When it was obvious that I was in a good deal of discomfort, instead of doing something helpful or at least being apologetic, Dr. Cusick’s nurse told me that I was being childish and that what she was doing did not hurt. Nothing pisses me off faster than someone trying to tell me how I do or do not feel.
I am now left with breasts I absolutely hate. I have a small raised scar from each prong of every staple, in addition to the heavy incision scars. If I could give him zero stars, I would. Breasts are a huge part of a woman’s sexuality and self-​image, and both are ruined for me now, all thanks to one man’s incompetence and callousness.

This review might not be for the feint of heart. Just a warning… gory subject ahead.
Moles. Yes, moles. When you spend your youth frying out in the sun slathered in baby oil, you’ll reach a certain age where you need to start having all the damage you did to your skin removed. Sunscreen, kids! Wear it!
I had a strange, morphing mole on my ribcage that my regular doctor didn’t want to tackle. So he referred me to a plastic surgeon (Dr. Cusick) with the advice that he would do a much neater job in removing it from such a delicate location.
Dr. Cusick sent me to the Shawnee Mission Surgical Center to have this mole removed. This is where he does all of his procedures. To quote him, «I can just squeeze you in between a couple of breast augmentations.» Well, how nice of him!
The procedure lasted about 15 minutes. Once he learned that I was a Realtor, most of that 15 minutes was spent with him telling me that I was the reason the entire American economy had collapsed. Apparently, Dr. Cusick hates Realtors.
The incision was about 1.5 inches long with a few stitches. By the time I had my follow-​up visits to have the stitches removed and the scar looked at because it was pretty hideous, my bills for this grand mole removal added up to $ 10,000.
$ 10,000! For that much money, I’m thinking he should have thrown in a couple of new boobs.
15 minutes + 1.5 inch incision + berating = $ 10,000