Between thoughts and words

I had a very interesting journey to my clinic yesterday. I was accompanied by a gentleman who had a medical issue which he wanted to discuss with me.     I usually nap during this ride, but yesterday’s conversation was interesting. As part of the discussion about his health issue, I had the opportunity to look at his prescription. It was a long one with 7 medicines listed one below the other in an uncharacteristic clean and readable handwriting.     Of the 7, 3 were pertinent to his medical condition and the other four were nutritional supplements of various kinds. One was a multi vitamin, one contained various fatty acids including omega three, one contained some amino acids and Vitamin B12, and another one had some herbal supplements with whose names I am not familiar. When I see such prescriptions, I do not know what to say. I stay silent.     But the problem arises when the person asks me for my opinion on the tablets. This gentleman asked me that exact...

    I finished reading the book “The Liver Doctor” by Dr. Cyriac Abby Philip. The book title says it is a collection of stories of Love, Loss and Regeneration. The title is an interesting pun, because the liver is the only organ in the body which is capable of regeneration. If a large part of the liver is damaged and only a small part remains, it can actually grow back and regenerate fully. In fact when people’s liver gets damaged, they undergo liver transplantation. Someone else donates a small part of their liver. This donated liver is only a small bit, but then in the recipient’s body it regenerates and forms a full big liver.    To give you a little background, Dr. Cyriac Abby Philip is a hepatologist, a liver doctor. He specializes in diseases of the liver. He works in Kochi, Kerala. He is a very famous doctor as a social media celebrity. He is very active on X (Twitter) in which he posts incisive and sharp posts against Ayurveda and dietary supplements and herb...

Imad (name changed) pushed open the door to my room and walked in with a broad smile on his face. I did not recognize him at first because he had grown into a young man of 15. The last I saw him was when he was a little boy, when his mother used to bring him for childhood asthma. Imad and his mother used to be frequent visitors to the clinic and so we had a friendly bond. I recognized Imad only after I saw his mother walking in quietly behind him.     “Good morning doctor. How are you?” Imad beamed at me. By now, I was grinning back at him ear to ear, having recognized him and feeling so happy to see him again. I welcomed his mother and asked them both to have their seat. There was a bruise on Imad’s face just above his right eye and adjacent to the bruise was a swelling which looked quite painful. I saw it and asked, “What happened? Sports injury?” Imad laughed when I asked this, but his mother was quite upset and she said, “No doctor, he got into a fight with some hooligans ...

  “I know what works for me and what doesn’t. This is not your body it is mine. I am living and suffering the back pain every minute. So just give me the injection when I ask you for it. I don’t need your lecture. It is the injection that I need.”    - Mr. A   “Sir, I am suffering badly with the foot ulcer. The pain is unbearable. Most days I am unable to sleep because of the pain. I spend the entire day sitting and staring at the roof, crying silently and suffering in pain. Please….please…please give me the injection.” – Mr. S   The past week has been rough. We travelled into interior villages in our project area to interact with people. The heat was oppressive. I missed the intellectual companion with whom I used to travel these same villages to interact with people. The experience of sharing surprised looks when the community says things which are totally unexpected, the long discussions during the travel to and from the village talking about the “why?”, “how...

  During a recent discussion on the dynamics of doctor patient relationships, we were talking about professionalism and professional boundaries. When practicing medicine in underserved rural areas, professional boundaries are blurred. The other day, a patient with a chronic skin condition whom I was treating in my clinic, saw me in the bus on my way to the clinic. He lifted his t shirt then and there to show me his skin rash over the abdomen. That is one extreme of how loosely defined professional boundaries are. How does the doctor balance being connected with the patient, maintaining good rapport and relationships, being sensitive to the local culture, and at the same time maintaining professional boundaries? I can make sure that I don’t breach professional boundaries with my patients, but how do I handle it when patients liberally transgress the boundaries?    Mr. M was a 65 year old man with cancer of the voice box. He was treated in a government regional cancer hospi...

Mr. R is a 29-year-old man, a cab driver who lives in a village near our clinic but operates out of Chennai. He finished his bachelor’s in mathematics from a private arts and science college in Chengalpet, and after hunting for jobs for several months, decided to drive a taxi for his living. He has been working as a cab driver for 7 years now and has earned a decent amount to build their own home in the village. His mother, younger sister and he live in the house. His sister has just finished her bachelor’s in education from a private college and is preparing for exams to get into the government service.   Mr. R came to our clinic about 3 years ago. While on a long trip of more than 300 KM on the road, he had developed severe breathlessness, profuse sweating and palpitations and had to stop driving and rest for a few minutes. It frightened him and so as soon as the trip was completed, he came home and the very next day came to our clinic to see me. He looked tired and his face was ...