TikTok star mom dies from tummy tuck at 47

A TikTok star mom has tragically died at 47 after suffering complications following a tummy tuck procedure she had documented for thousands of followers online.Rachel Tussey had shared her cosmetic surgery journey with more than 25,000 fans on TikTok, posting videos in the days leading up to the operation on February 25.

In one clip filmed shortly before the procedure, the mom of three appeared upbeat as she prepared for surgery.Please pray. I know it’s gonna be great. I’ve waited a really long time for this,’ she told viewers. ‘I’m in good hands. I know God’s got my back. Let’s do this.’The video showed Tussey sitting in a hospital bed wearing a medical gown, a

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