DoCtORS vs EtHiCS.. CORRECTION!! STUPID DOCTORS VS HUMANITY

Salam... Okey, in my previous post i mentioned about sharing more experience regarding the hari raya but i think it is enough la.... Raya is soooo yesterday.. (but doesn't mean that the fasting in syawal should end before you complete the 6 days of it which equals the pahala of fasting for the whole year) so.. now i am officially a third year medical student.. so how is it so far?? BOOOOOOOORRRRRRRIIIIINGGGG.. hahaha.. in fact till now i am looking forward to go back home just the scond i arrive at the class... hahahaha.. terrible la this illness... anyhow, back to bussiness.. the first block or subject that i learn is about BIOETHICS AND COMMUNICATION.. it is not a clinical block.. but it is vital in producing good doctors... you know.. the HUMAN DOCTORS... not those DEATH EATERS VERSION OF DOCTORS... as lazy as i am to attend the sessions... i know.. this is important from my personal experience.. Ahhhhhhaaaaa!!! i know certain people dont really like reading about medical stuffs especially since they are not directly involve with it... but u know my style.. my blog talks about past experiences... stuffs i find worth sharing.. knowledge i think not many people know..

so.. previously, i have talked about how i despise the proud doctors... it seems like i really hate my field isnt it??? well, i dont blame you.. there are a bunch of people out there who criticised my way of smacking the naive ambitions of the young ones to become doctors... but this post is about doctors and ethics... so here goes.. my dad was 54 years old when he passed away.. in the first place, he had pain due to the gall stone (batu dalam hempedu) but later they found out my dad's liver was abnormal.. a series of investigation was done and BOOOOMM... the doctor broke the news.. my dad had cancer of liver... my dad was treated at 3 hospitals... 2 of them is in Kelantan and one in Selangor... not gonna mention the name of the hospitals here... the first hospital which handled my dad was very good.. created a good rapport (communication) with him... but the second hospital made me hate doctors!! wonder how i get through 3 years of medical school.. hahahaha... life is ironic... let the story begins.. One day, we brought my dad to the hospital in Selangor.. he had been treated there 10 years before for lymphoma (cancer of the lymph node) but this time, he was treated by another different doctor... this particular doctor is a well-known Prof.. a Dato'.. ooooohhh have i mentioned a very COCKY PERSON?? hahaha.. why??? get this, during his first meeting.. he saw my dad... checked his abdomen.. pressed here and there (palpated) and he went "WHAT DID THE HOSPITAL YOU PREVIOUSLY WENT TO DO?? THIS IS A CLEAR CASE OF LIVER CANCER IN ADVANCE STAGE.. YOU WILL HAVE A BLOATED STOMACH.. THEN YOU WILL BE DISORIENTED... THEN YOU WILL BE IN COMA.. YOU HAVE ABOUT 8 MONTHS TO LIVE" yes... this conversation happened the first day my dad met this stuck up doctor... and sure enough.. my dad was devatated.. damged emotionally... the last bits of his hopes were crushed.... and people talk about how the psychological aspect of the cancer patient can kill the patient faster than the cancer cells... why laaa this prof did that to him?? to add the salt to the wound... everytime he went to see my dad.. (just to increase the money he is getting for the rubbish treatment he was giving to my dad) he would stand 10 feet away from my dad.. my dad had a private room.. and the doctor would stand near the door... not near my dad... but near the door.. easy to get away i presumed... i swear i am telling the truth.. i am not exagerrating any information... so where are BENEFICIENCE??? NON-MALEFICIENCE??? AUTONOMY??? JUSTICE?? KNOWLEDGE??? EMPATHY???? should you give a senior specialist a reminder of what he learnt years ago in medical school about ethics??? or is this thing call ethics doesnt exist that time??? nak buat report about him pun.. he probably has a high rank or position in MMA OR MMC... but this is something that happens to my dad... to me.. put yourself in my dad shoes... jijik ke seorang pesakit kanser sampai seorang doctor layan dia macam tu... ooooohhh... wait... the story gets better... nak dijadikan cerita... my dad had friends who are Dato' and one of them bump into this Dato' Doktor Prof. ni... and then he realized that my dad was friends with influential people... haaaa... baru nak treat with respect... my dad was a financially stable person.. but not super rich... imagined how the doctor would treat a poor farmer or the lower working class people.. or those who are ot working anymore... mcm mane????

so... case number two... my dad went to the third hospital... he recieved a better treatment there.. much better.. but there was this particular doctor/researcher... suggesting my dad a new drug... supposedly good for cancer patients....it gave the effect of chemotherapy but you have to take it orally.. it was a new drug at that time and he was suggesting my dad to take it.. you have o understand this... my dad was a man who was fighting for his life... he would do anything to be free from his disease... to see me going to college.. to be at my graduation.., to see more grandchildren.. to have more family vacations... so... he was willing to take it.. as his family.. we wanted that too.. and we surely couldnt live our lives if we didnt do anything possible to cure him.. we were afraid, if he didnt try that drug... he might miss the opportunity to be better... the doctor sort of instillled that feeling to us... my dad was already terminally ill at that time... the definition of terminally ill patients is the patients who have less than 6 months to live.. the focus of treatment should be palliative and more gentle or his roughed soul and body... but we tried the drug... it costs RM10,000 just for a month supply... and my dad passed away before he even finished taking the drugs... later we found out that the drugs was very new and there was not really enough or strong evidence as to its efficacy... so basically, that doctor was trying out a new drug on a terminally ill patient which bring more harm to the patient... yes, my dad was miserable after taking those crazy expensive tablets...

so there you go... why ethics are important in medicine... ethics make sure that doctors remain humans and leave the role of God to Him...