The Doctorless Patient Jul15

The Doctorless Patient...

A young medical student recounts her first week of medical college life and an indelibel expression- not in the wards or the hospital or the labs, but on a bus journey In a bustling bus lingered a vacuous seat, ‘She’s impure,’ they proclaimed; indiscreet. The poor, frail woman shed tear after tear… ‘Don’t sit next to her,’ they warned a sneer. The wide-eyed young girl looked on in curious worry, As the fierce conductor tried to make the woman scurry. The amused passengers laughed on encouragingly, As he tugged at her bag, her hand, even her dignity… Spurned by the hospital, in society she had no place, For she had not the money to be referred to as a ‘case’. Her sole possessions- her untended disease and her fright, The doctorless patient drowned in her ceaseless plight… Melancholia stared deep into the girl’s wide eyes, They welled with desolation as she heard the helpless cries. Her dream of becoming a doctor would soon come true. But oh doctorless patient, what will become of you? In today’s advanced age of robotic surgery and tele-medicine, there lurks a dark, dark corner that is often overlooked. Neglected, helpless and lost, the story of the doctorless patient is never told… As I got into a bus to take me home, in my very first week of being a medical student, my mind was buzzing. It had always been my dream to become a doctor, and I was fascinated by the secrets of the human body that were slowly being unveiled before my wide eyes. I felt powerful. ‘One day I will be a doctor, and I will save lives.’ Little did I know that my seemingly mundane daily bus journey would be the source of an important life...