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‘’Doctor I am, tell me what is bothering you, the disease or the thought that leading to the disease’’
An old woman in oncology ward was constantly looking at that door as if she was expecting someone to come, to ask her how she is feeling. Her eyes were telling the story of her loneliness; wrinkles on her face were reflecting her pain and not only the age. At the age when she was retired from her responsibilities, no one is taking responsibility of her. When she needed the support of her loved ones, a shoulder for support, she would force to be in her bed in the ward by the nurses. She was just trying to find the reason to live, though she knew nobody needs her anymore and it would not affect anybody whether she is alive or dead.
My clinicals had started in third year and I was wondering with stethoscope around my neck as if I were practicing from years. I was actually watching her very closely and without any connecting cord, I felt myself connected to her on the ground of humanity, she needed someone and I gave my hand to her to gave her comfort and motivate her. Her emotional pain was worst than the cancer, the cancerous thoughts were invading her mind and the wounds were deeper to heal. I felt her agony without any conversation with her and I put my hand on shoulder to make her feel better. She smiled at me and spoke in Kannada but I understood what she meant without knowing the language.
At that moment, I thought, how her family left her like this. I was attached to her and she used to wait for me.
The days were passing by and because of my sessional exams, I couldn’t got to the hospital for 10 days. Once my exams got over, I went to the hospital took her favorite sweet ‘’pisum’’ but she was not their on her bed, not in the ward even. My eyes were rolling around to find her, in the mean time nurse came and informed me that the woman I am searching is no more …..I felt very helpless; stethoscope around my neck was suffocating me and could not gulp the pain.
However, that was an end of her sufferings ….That all I could say, when things are not under control. God is the best doctor and have the ability to heal even the deepest wound.
That woman died not from cancer but she just wanted too, cancer apparently became the reason but the reason was deeper.
The trend of treating patients has changed with the change in technology. Man is turning in to machine, a machine without perceptions. Consultation charges to be deposited on the counter and they hardly listen to you and treat you by their standard prescription, they won’t listen to you but give you the next appointments. No heart involved in profession, instead too professional attitude for the profession. I am not blaming the doctors, I am a doctor too and understands the limitations but it is my humble request to the doctors that make your patient feel that you heard them and treating them accordingly.
‘’Patients needs the medicines for the diseases but they need ear too’’
‘’Doctor I am, tell me what is bothering you, the disease or the thought that leading to the disease’’
An old woman in oncology ward was constantly looking at that door as if she was expecting someone to come, to ask her how she is feeling. Her eyes were telling the story of her loneliness; wrinkles on her face were reflecting her pain and not only the age. At the age when she was retired from her responsibilities, no one is taking responsibility of her. When she needed the support of her loved ones, a shoulder for support, she would force to be in her bed in the ward by the nurses. She was just trying to find the reason to live, though she knew nobody needs her anymore and it would not affect anybody whether she is alive or dead.
My clinicals had started in third year and I was wondering with stethoscope around my neck as if I were practicing from years. I was actually watching her very closely and without any connecting cord, I felt myself connected to her on the ground of humanity, she needed someone and I gave my hand to her to gave her comfort and motivate her. Her emotional pain was worst than the cancer, the cancerous thoughts were invading her mind and the wounds were deeper to heal. I felt her agony without any conversation with her and I put my hand on shoulder to make her feel better. She smiled at me and spoke in Kannada but I understood what she meant without knowing the language.
At that moment, I thought, how her family left her like this. I was attached to her and she used to wait for me.
The days were passing by and because of my sessional exams, I couldn’t got to the hospital for 10 days. Once my exams got over, I went to the hospital took her favorite sweet ‘’pisum’’ but she was not their on her bed, not in the ward even. My eyes were rolling around to find her, in the mean time nurse came and informed me that the woman I am searching is no more …..I felt very helpless; stethoscope around my neck was suffocating me and could not gulp the pain.
However, that was an end of her sufferings ….That all I could say, when things are not under control. God is the best doctor and have the ability to heal even the deepest wound.
That woman died not from cancer but she just wanted too, cancer apparently became the reason but the reason was deeper.
The trend of treating patients has changed with the change in technology. Man is turning in to machine, a machine without perceptions. Consultation charges to be deposited on the counter and they hardly listen to you and treat you by their standard prescription, they won’t listen to you but give you the next appointments. No heart involved in profession, instead too professional attitude for the profession. I am not blaming the doctors, I am a doctor too and understands the limitations but it is my humble request to the doctors that make your patient feel that you heard them and treating them accordingly.
‘’Patients needs the medicines for the diseases but they need ear too’’
