On Blades and Scalpels

Actually when u r on white bed having a needles, drips, medicines going in your body 24/7 then u realize how the worth of a healthy soul and body. We while walking have plans to conquer te whole world and look down upon people but when we are on beds, then we realize that we cannot even go to the washroom. Then pateint calls Allah, asks for his forgiveness, and his/her heart melts in a true sense. Psychilogically, patient goes under severe stress situation and when a kind, dedicated and selfless doctor cure your wounds, its so fascinating, some sort of divine like thing, thats moment is unforgetable in the patient's whole life. Friends and many dance around u for needs or your purse is jingling with coins, but the doctors help you in pain, distress, and its the litmus test of any person's selflessness, kindness and attitude. Then patient rememeber this kindness in his/her prayers for whole of his/her life. Such thing cannot borrow by money or by any means, its above everything. when a patient heals, only Doctor's heart know how much she/he feel, contentment, overjoy, feelings cannot be exppressed in words, and its that feelings which makes one's heart crystal for Allah's love .

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dawa-i-dil's post # 12 brought back memories from my early boyhood when I once visited CMH in rawalpindi. I must have been around 13/14 years old. I noticed this one young female doctor who was talking very kindly to a patient and taking some notes. She was so breathtakingly beautiful and so polite in her demeanor that I have never been able to forget her face. I still remember how on the way out of the patient's room she stopped for a little while and chatted about a TV drama that was going on. A couple of years ago when I visited CMH again to visit an ailing relative, for some reason I thought about her and wondered how her life had turned out for her. Did she get married? Did she have children? Was she still working here, but probably too different looking for me to recognize her?

Yes, doctors are God's hands in this world. In their hands is the cure for what ails us. They have window to our ultimate helplessness. As we lie in those hospital beds, separated from the healthy beings who are out in the city playing and eating and walking around as if they will live for ever, its the kindness of these doctors that makes that lonely suffering bearable.

Amber...that's a lovely account of your heartfelt experiences as a caregiver. Most doctors start out with much enthusiasm, but many a times initial excitement dulls and perspectives change, battling/dodging the pressures of daily living. I do hope you continue to be, forever, the soothing balm for your patients that you are now.
TS

Re: # 10
delhiwala, I respect Ganga Ram and his family for what they did. But at the same time i understand that religion has little to do with philanthropy. Kya fark parta hai ager naiki koi hindu, muslim, sikh, esaii ya yahoodi karey? naiki to naiki hai! Aap baat baat mein 1947 ko kyun laatey ho? Hum sab jantey hain keh jang mein barrey barrey zulm hotey hain aur sab kartey hain...mazhab ke naam ko kharab karne ka kya matlub?
rahe baat article ki. this is my experience as a young doctor working in a government hospital in a third world country. Anyone in India, bangladesh, SriLanka etc can share the same experience because we have some things in common. Poverty, poor health care, corrupt instituitions and a serious lack of resources and planning. The idea is to grow into bigger better nations. name calling or blaming each other has not helped in sixty years, what makes you think it will help now? Accept it that we are two different countries and are neighbors. We have to respect each other's sovereignity and independance. rahe ghaltian, to woh to sab ne ki hain... ab history ko tatolne mein kya hasil ho ga? Lets use this forum as an educated way to understand, share and grow.
regards,
A

Re: # 12
thank you for sharing.
Monetarily our profession has little to offer our generation of doctors but yes, the love and respect we get is worth all the tribulations! I had a patient who made shoes for my mother with her hands. I remember the look on ammi's face when she received that present from her with lots of praises and duas. I felt two feet taller with pride.
Besides, the faith that you can make a differnce in someone's life, no matter how small, keeps me going. Sometimes i feel i have become this young naniamma giving advice to everybody...the dhobhi, the gardner, the sabziwala...and everyone has a set of things to ask whenever i drop by their shop. its comical and very heartwarming. Even my driver tells all the shopkeepers he goes to, that my bagi can help you and i end up writing prescriptions and referrals while shopping:)Interesting, na?

regards,
A

Re: # 5
Thanks Senna. I know this one got really lengthy, but i just HAD to describe the vision and the feelings because unless you have been there you just can't get the real picture. Actually everytime i remember working in Surgery i have one overwhelming feeling... Pride...immense pride over having such competent hands in our country. Truly you have to see it to believe it.
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Re: # 8
thank you for taking the trouble to read. I wrote this piece some time back when i was working in the surgical unit. I just didnt feel like changing anything, so i pasted it as such. but i will keep the length of paragraphs in mind in future writings.
Delhiwala sounds "dukha hua" and i feel more compassionate towards him than bitter. Sixty years down the road some of the people on both sides are still busy in name calling and finding faults. i am sure we all have much more to do right now for two very poverty stricken countries than playing the blame game:)
thanks for the support. feel "protected"
regards,
A

Ahmed madani sahib,

There is a Sir Gangaram hospital in Delhi too, dunno whether it was started by his family.

Regards

Re: # 10 Delhwalla.... You have some point people behave differently. Generous man Sir Gangaram , Punjabi hindu was great patron of medical institute.
There is tragic story , after Gangaram passed his wife Lady Gangaram donated huge money for other medical institute and her son who had died, his name was given in his memory but after partition the name changed to Jinnah to Sister. Ungratefulness has no limits and great nonchalant hatred.( also we could have named other city for King Fazal but was no need to change name and forget work done by Englishman)
I heard Lady Gangaram started some hospital in India also is it true correct what I have heard ?
Good day.

Dear Amber Baji

Salam

very exciting, breath taking rather inspirational story of a young doctor of Pakistan.


I myself experince the kindness specially of a female doctors when i remained in hospital due to accident.

Females mostly have tender hearts and they take much great care of patients, and patients cannot forget such kind gesture in there whole life. I pray to that female doctor and will pray for whole life how she cared me. God bless her, you and every doctor.

One thing made me sad we have such good doctors who leave this country many with economical conditions but many those who have not this prooblem as a result we lack good doctors and medical facilities in our beloved country.


However, may Allah give u more success, more p[ain and enthusiasm for the curing patients. I always pray for u and every doctor. We r proud of u. Pakistan is proud of such a caring doctor.

wasalam

Delhiwala, plz dont bring 1947 in every essay and post. I also know tons of stories how in Eastern Punjab muslims were treated by sikhs.plz we should keep to the topic thanks

I was'nt born then either i.e. till seventies but the stories have told by my elders. Perhaps you could do fact finding from old mentors or now retired defunct professors.
that might redeem your college's(errr....a Hindu Ganga Ram's) reputation....

Prisoner!@#$, once again doosrey ka muamlay ma taang mat fasao.

abee, please dont mind delhiwala. in fact, please use your blades and scalpel on his head...if you can find his head somewhere underneath his turban that is.

in all honesty, i have never met a master of blades and scalpel who was also a master of words

very well written. although i suggest breaking down your future articles into smaller paragraphs so i can save my self a trip to optometrist who may not be as humane a doctor as you

Re: # 6
sorry about that my dear, but i wasnt born then. actually i wasnt even born 35 years later... sooo not my fault:)

Amber Bokhari:
Did you know that in Sir Ganga Ram Hospital, Lahore your fraternity's Muslim doctors and staff did not treat non-muslims and some of the surgeons in 1947 (not that too many were mulsims) actally used scalpels to cut the Sikhs open in front of their family members.

where was your fairness then?

I personally know of a man who escaped from the patient ward with army's help in Sep 1947.