Normally people frequent hospitals when one is not well. But, I become sick whenever I visit a hospital. Of late, I have reasons to visit hospital accompanying some sick relatives. My initial reactions to go to a hospital, particularly accompanying someone, is 'NO'. But when you are compelled by circumstances, like today, you start observing around.
The God of disease is very democratic in that the big and small, rich and poor, old and young are treated alike here by the affliction. I could see very rich guy in a costly silk suit waiting to see the Doctor. A young guy in jeans, lay comatose with the accompanying travel bag, waiting. Was told that the guy had come straight from the airport. A young boy was playing with a cricket ball, while his mother was running behind with a bottle of dextrose dangling around. A young child was wailing incessantly, while a chemo therapy is on and a saddened mother sits beside holding the child. This particular scene was from a cancer ward and I was bewildered at the variety.
Though cancer is considered to be a dreaded and a normally terminal disease, these people still hang around the hospital with only one focus- "Hope and Belief". They believe that their dear one will come through. They believe in the modern medicines. Like the young boy giving an action replay of his favorite cricketer's stroke, these people replay in their mind their relative becoming one more of the many survivors.
They believe in miracles. They believe in God, whom they see in White coats- the Doctors. How dearly we are in need of their services. But, how are they treated by us? Not very different from other professionals. With the popular media and all news, they are also subjected to suspicious looks, whenever they prescribe costly tests or medicines. Let us also realize that there are still good , well intentioned doctors around, whose only aim is to make the patient breathe easy. Long live this tribe !
The God of disease is very democratic in that the big and small, rich and poor, old and young are treated alike here by the affliction. I could see very rich guy in a costly silk suit waiting to see the Doctor. A young guy in jeans, lay comatose with the accompanying travel bag, waiting. Was told that the guy had come straight from the airport. A young boy was playing with a cricket ball, while his mother was running behind with a bottle of dextrose dangling around. A young child was wailing incessantly, while a chemo therapy is on and a saddened mother sits beside holding the child. This particular scene was from a cancer ward and I was bewildered at the variety.
Though cancer is considered to be a dreaded and a normally terminal disease, these people still hang around the hospital with only one focus- "Hope and Belief". They believe that their dear one will come through. They believe in the modern medicines. Like the young boy giving an action replay of his favorite cricketer's stroke, these people replay in their mind their relative becoming one more of the many survivors.
They believe in miracles. They believe in God, whom they see in White coats- the Doctors. How dearly we are in need of their services. But, how are they treated by us? Not very different from other professionals. With the popular media and all news, they are also subjected to suspicious looks, whenever they prescribe costly tests or medicines. Let us also realize that there are still good , well intentioned doctors around, whose only aim is to make the patient breathe easy. Long live this tribe !
well said , heart touching lines.. Hope doctors do their service as a service and not as a business..
ReplyDeleteEnglish words used are new and apt..