Last night I dreamt how the doctors would gather around my father and discuss his condition out-loud, at times with him wide awake (i.e. eyes wide open). I could still hear the cold voices of these doctors standing next to the bed saying how hopeless his condition was and he was not to survive another day.
This went on for nearly a month.
I do understand that doctors have to go through this day in day out and they become immune as a childhood doctor friend of mine puts it, but there has to be some mercy if not compassion in them. I am not trying to blame anyone, but for God’s sake, I would not do this to my worst enemy.
In politics we have to face death on a daily basis. Going to funerals is as important rather more (unfortunately) then thinking and doing any good for the living. And that frequency, (at times 2 to 5 funerals a day), makes you skilled to push the thoughts and sights behind and move on but that does not give us the excuse to stand in front of a dead body crack joke, and mock them or their loved ones.
I, from personal experience feel that a doctor with feeling is a much better healer than a robotic one. The likes of Dr. Mehmood (ex Chairman Sheikh Zayeed Hospital Lahore), Dr. Anwaar, Dr. Sajjid Maqbool, Dr Farukh Zaman and so many more have made their mark in this profession and are lovely human beings.
It saddens me to say that some how the focus of being a doctor today is on being mechanical or cold and the barometer of being a successful doctors, atleast in Pakistan, is measured according to the degree of ruthless and arrogance they carry with them.
Compassion has to be made an integral part of human interaction may they be Doctors, Politicians, Businessmen, Civil Servants etc. This is the basic teaching of all religions, certainly of Islam.
I have lost my father and the pain is excruciating, but in addition to that this whole episode has left me saddened, scarred and disillusioned at the sight of the level to which man, in general, has declined.