A story about the unpredictability of God’s love

According to some thoughts of wisdom, “a healthy person is a very sick person who has not seen a doctor yet”. After that, a guessing game starts. Almost everyone’s reaction when the tests are bad is denial. Once the person is out of denial they want a second or third opinion, hoping that the bad news will somehow go away. Miraculously, this is sometimes the case, when the second test is contradicting the first, and everything is fine again, along with the cursing of the first negligent and incompetent team who came up with the bad news, clearly wrong. But are they? The only way to find out is getting a third opinion. Well, at least in Canada this is not really possible. Reason? Some institutions or people may get discredited or offended, not a pleasant or acceptable thing in a politically correct society. Everything is on record. Every doctor can see who did what, and will not do anything that may lead to question the work of an esteemed colleague, whom you may need to cover for you when your time to make mistakes, comes.

In a large city like Toronto, there are, of course, many world class doctors, specialists, known experts and leading researchers. In order to be seen by any of them, the Canadian socialized medical system requires getting a “referral” from a family doctor. That is cumbersome and slows down the process enormously, but it is not the real problem. The real problem is that most of the family doctors have their own network of friends or business partner specialists, and the patient will only be referred to those. It is almost impossible to get a referral to a specialist of your choice.

Generally, there is no dialogue of any kind between doctors and patients. Many patients have no medical education or knowledge, and they just go by the “my doctor said or told me” rule. Those are the doctors’ favorite patients. If any questions are asked, or anything the doctor said is challenged, that would take the doctor’s time from billing the next patient, and the response is anything between ignoring you and a harsh reprimand for daring to have opinions when you are not a doctor. My mother, who had a strong knowledge of medicine, a curious mind, and a healthy dose of Jewish chutzpah, would always shock the doctors by asking what those green, yellow or red pills she was supposed to ingest, were for. The doctors just hated her.

Repeating a test with the same doctor? That would be considered total heresy. No need for that, they think, the first test says it all and is sufficient. Repeating a test with a different doctor? He can see it has already been performed elsewhere, so a repeat is not only against the rules, but also a guaranteed “hostile” act of stepping on the toes of the first doctor. Not a popular sport in Canada. One of the tests for my wife came out as “suspicious”. By the protocol, one is strongly directed to have immediately chemotherapy and radiation, and then come back for a re-testing. The scenario starts looking nightmarish. It’s time to escape.

So where do you go from there? It depends on who you are. We boarded a plane and went to Croatia, a place that can be great if some of the best doctors and specialists were your friends, colleagues or ex-students. We had to follow-up anyway with a leg vein operation performed two years ago, that was not successful and caused lots of pain and suffering. We saw that doctor and after a lengthy consultation the doctor admitted his “oversight” and fixed it for free, right there, in about one hour. Recovery was expected in a week.

Afterwards we could have used some time for a real vacation, in Croatia or maybe even in Romania, in Timișoara or Cluj, but it was not meant to be. Some other test results from Canada, of an oncological nature, caught up with us and were not good. The tests were repeated locally, in Croatia and confirmed to be bad. Over the next three weeks, two minor operations and one major followed, but no radiation or chemotherapy were required, and all malignant sources were eliminated. Technically it was a success, psychologically a celebration. The amount and quality of personal care and the use of very advanced technology made the recovery much faster and surgical butchery was almost completely avoided. That was far better than we could have ever had in Toronto. It was sad, hard to believe but true. It was not because of the lack of skills or expertise, but because of the rigid and business generating protocols in Canada. It is all free, but sometimes, you get what you pay for, or even more than you need.

Then finally we returned to Canada. One week later we were graced with an ugly car accident. We are now in full rehabilitation, and it looks like our brains are OK, our fingers fit for at least slow typing, and our buttocks suitable for short-term sitting. Not so bad… It will take months for full recovery, and I taught my wife the famous verses of Ion Minulescu’s poem, so appropriate in our situation:

În orașul în care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână

Două jucării stricate merg ținându-se de mână

This week I started driving again, so we can go to see our lovely granddaughter. One day we’ll get a second car again, in the meantime I’m doing double driving and double errands because the other car is a total write-off and does not exist anymore.

Now I have the leisure to think about our time in Croatia, especially Zagreb. It’s mostly hospitals, clinics, labs, well wishing friends, some extraordinary doctors, some amazing nurses who worked even better on a permanent fuel of patient-supplied coffee, cakes, jewelry, cash, anything that would help their very low income and very high dreams. It all paid off in the end, with my wife being served meals from the doctors menu, having her sheets changed when needed, not when the nurses had time, getting a bed by the window, her own mini-fridge, a TV set obtained in a day rather than in a week. The doctors also talk in detail to the patients, explaining everything they plan to do and why, and mention alternatives. If they see, like in my case, a higher level of education and some medical knowledge, particularly if related to the case in point, they would talk even more, and not dismiss me like in Canada for not being a doctor.

The most valuable perk though was an arrangement with the head-nurse to be allowed to come and visit my wife, virtually any time, so I did that two-three times a day, bringing my wife her favorite deserts and sea food, after she was allowed to eat and hold her hand.

No, I did not have to sleep with the head-nurse, maybe because I was too old, but my mastery of the Croatian language, and my ability to tell her jokes that she found very funny created a bond of good will and a blatant disregard of the hospital visiting rules, which I used for the truly noble cause of seeing my wife. Now, as I think about it, I am sure that my jokes sounded so funny also because they were always accompanied by premium cakes, the occasional bottle of wine, and superb walnuts, almonds, and other goodies from the market. And let’s not forget that my countless, credible sounding compliments to the make-up, hairdo, skills and personality of the head-nurse also helped the cooperation for my visits. It never stops amazing me how well flattery works for almost anybody.

Zagreb is a very nice and livable city, and being the capital of Croatia, has universities, lots of young people, plenty of government employees, great museums, theatres, concert halls, arts exhibition, fantastic eateries, markets, lots of classy, polite and well dressed people and countless eccentricities of all kinds, street arts and shows, not a dull moment. The Austro-Hungarian character of the architecture is well preserved throughout the city. Transportation is excellent, the street cars and busses take you efficiently just about anywhere. The average wait for a taxi is about two minutes. The reason is simple. While Zagreb needs an estimated 600 taxis, it actually has about 6,000. The licensing rules have been relaxed in the last few years and just about everybody can easily become a cab driver. The cars are equipped with modern, large size talking GPS units, so the driving is easy and the fares are relatively inexpensive.

Tkalciveva street in Old Town Zagreb with great eateries and entertainment

Park Maksimir, a giant green space with small lakes and countless walking paths.

Something that I found interesting but at times scary, is the dense network of electrical bicycles, scooters, motorized boards of all sizes and types, some capable of reaching over 30 km/h. Most of them are using the sidewalks, slaloming skillfully between the legitimate pedestrians, but many are not so skillful and rather dangerous. I expected to see mainly very young people using them, but there are plenty of mature and even old men dressed conservatively, like lawyers or government employees in fancy suits and long coats, whizzing by on the electrical skate boards. When crossing a major intersection or getting on a street car, they just flip the board with the tip of their dress shoes, place it under their arm, and off they go.

I am an avid user of Nordic Walk poles, and I took mine (the collapsible version) to Croatia. I walked with them all the time to help me with upper body workout, but also giving much needed extra balance on uneven terrain. Zagreb’s population is very athletic and I did not expect anybody to raise an eyebrow at the sight of me walking with the sticks. However, every time I got on a street car on my way to the hospital, somebody sitting, even young people would get up, offering me their seat. I was a bit intrigued, until I found out that in Croatia is a healthy tradition to offer the seat to elderly or injured-looking people. I had a bit of a problem with the “elderly” part (even though some of the young people could have easily been my children or worse) but the “injured-looking” was due to the fact that Nordic walking was not very popular there, so they just assumed that I am an older guy who needs the help of sticks, like crutches.

Between my visits to the hospital I maximized the use of my free time and visited a few original museums. Among them there were the “Museum of Broken Relationships”, the “Museum of Torture”, and also the “Museum of Illusions”, showing various optical tricks often used in the movies, to make you look either a giant or a dwarf. Naturally, there are plenty of excellent arts and technology museums, but the three I mentioned are special.

In the few days when my wife was allowed to leave the hospital, we went (by taxi, of course) to see a couple of Croatian stand-up comedies and a theater comedy show, all of which I was able to follow and laugh loudly on time, so that it appeared that I understood everything. The secret was that I actually did, and I am quite proud of that.

One can become a dwarf in the Museum of Illusions

Or a giant…

One respect in which no progress has been made over the many years we were visiting Croatia, is smoking. The Klinika “Petrova”, a beautiful white baroque building with a nice garden, had tens of patients standing or sitting on the benches at the main entrance, chatting and smoking. There were also many doctors sharing the sinful pleasure with the suffering patients.

One day I was looking for the head-nurse, only to find her in the personnel cafeteria, almost lost in a cloud of smoke, populated by other nurses and doctors. I quickly understood that asking questions or, God-forbid, saying something negative about smoking was considered inappropriate and offensive to the smokers, so I never said anything.

By the beginning of November it started getting cold, rainy and windy, but nothing compared to what was waiting for us in Canada, with lots of snow already on the ground. So I treated the weather like a cool European fall, and did some walks in the very pretty parks of the city. I could easily live there for good, but there is no Adriatic sea, a major shortcoming.

A few words about Jews. Nobody in Europe likes Jews, and the catholic Croatians are no exception. However, there is something more important than love, and that is respect. Israel has solid visibility in designing luxury hotels in Croatia, developing resorts, helping with medical research and equipment, military high-tech equipment, commercial ship building and countless other things. The Croatians are well aware of that and show respect for the capabilities of Israel, and yes, unfortunately most of the people from Israel involved in those activities are Jews!

Strangely enough, but not uniquely in Croatia, Jewish professionals (doctors, lawyers, civil servants and even ordinary people) are identified and referred to first as “Jews”, followed by their profession. They would say things like that Jew, doctor Zelsky, or that Jew, Berlinger, you know, the lawyer, did this or that. Very good people. It took me a while to realize that not all of them were anti-Semites, they just talk like that. No other non-Jewish people are identified first by their ethnicity or nationality.

Some of our best friends, exceptionally well educated people, keep on display pictures of controversial national heroes, some with fascist leanings. I came myself under occasional scrutiny because of my name, so I used my favourite cover as being Hungarian, because the name could be Hungarian and I speak the language, which they don’t. It was simply not worth it to tell them the truth and ostracize ourselves socially. Those people meant no harm to Jews; simply they did not want to socialize with them. (Tradition, primitivism, envy, who knows?) This strategy allowed me to be fully accepted and to find out about their thinking and level of information and disinformation, a treasure of easy and simple intelligence collection.

Like all major European cities, Zagreb has a growing and visible Middle Eastern presence, some of them, not too many, being legitimate students.

Fruit market in Zagreb. One can see some peaceful newcomers in white running shoes.

We stayed close to the main post office in Zagreb, just across the “Hollow Tree Park”

I could write about many other things, but my writing quota (as suggested by my butt) should end now for a few hours. This is not to suggest that my writing is “a pain in the butt”, just that is limited because of it. Usually I listen to my brain, but after the accident, for a while, I will have to listen to may lower back and my butt.

I will write again soon, and I’m happy to be back with Baabel,

George Kun

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  • Veronica Rozenberg commented on December 23, 2019 Reply

    D-le Kun, va multumesc pentru cele scrise mai sus.
    Voi tine seama de recomandarea dvs, privind Coasta Dalmatiei. Aceasta insa trebuie vizitata in timpul perioadei in care caldura nu este un impdiment. Poate dvs traind in Canada aveti o alta perceptie a anotimpurilor, desi tara dvs de adoptie are si ea minunatiile sale si nu numai in domeniul medicinei.
    Este vorba de lanurile arse si temperatura innebunitoare pe care le-am intalnit in Canada la doua vizite facute acolo cu ceva multi ani in urma.
    Mult mai cald decat poate fi aici in Israel, cu exceptia anumitor zone in care oricum nu ma aflu.

    Deci, acum legat de afirmatia urgentei in Israel:
    Nu este reala aprecierea, in medie se asteapta mult mai putin si in majoritatea cazurilor. Spun asta dupa experienta mea la 3 spitale maricele din orasul Haifa si unul mare la Tel Aviv.
    Prolema timpului indelungat apare atunci cand persoana odata identificata si luata in atentia unor medici, deobicei internisti, dar daca problema tine in mod clar de un alt domeniu atunci este si manipulata diferit (de ex dermatologie, oftalmologie, cazuri in care esti direct trimis la un specialist in domeniu). Daca insa ai nevoie de o analiza mai complexa, un CT de exemplu, sau trebuie sa stai sub observatie, pentru ca esti suspect de un ventual CVA, chiar usor, sau la sectia de CT nu e nimeni de servici pana dimineata, exista si asemenea spitale, atunci astepti. Mai exista cazuri de asteptare indelungata, atunci cand, de obicei in sezoanele in care sunt multi oameni care sufera de raceli, gripe, pneumonii eventuale, paturile de spital sunt ocupate si astepti sa se elibereze un loc, in cazul in care vei trebui sa fii internat.

    O alta chestiune pe care ati abordat-o o cunosc si eu. Un ortoped, acum cativa ani , la care m-am dus cred pentru ca aceam niste dureri al genunchi, manca un mar si nu m-a atins. M-a trimis la nu stiu ce investigatie, dar eu am avut privilegiul de a nu ma mai intoarce la el. Am cunoscut si un neurolog care o consulta pe mama z”l, mancand biscuiti si band coca-cola. M-am abtinut de a-i spune ceva, atunci eram mai tanara, acum n-as mai face-o.
    Sunt multe cazurile cu greseli efective, cunosc si din acestea, in multe domenii, de la ORL si pana la chirurgie toracica, chiar la cel mai mare spital din Haifa, Rambam. Cu cat scriu, cu atat ma infurii, de ce se poate intampla.
    Nu stiu cum va descurcati, nu orice canadian poate sa vina la consultatie in alta tara, daca are bani, da o fuga in USA. Si totusi niste statistici ar putea fi edificatoare. Sunt oamenii din Canada, fata de cei din alte tari, candidati la boli grave in procente mai mari, sau nu reusesc sa capetet tratamente salvatoare in timpul indelungat cat dureaza inatlnirea cu specialistul. Poate internistii obisnuiti canadieni, au o pregatira mai variata, si un scope mai cuprinzatori. Este mortalitatea mai mare in Canada, decat in alte tari de acelasi prototip? Nu pot verifica aceaste date, ma depasesc.

    Oricum, subiectele sunt dificile si realitatea probabil nu tocmai incurajatoare. De ce nu se revolta nimeni, mentalitate, lipsa de initiativa, neincredere in sistem, sau poate ca nu este chiar asa de rau.

    Multa sanatate, lucrul cel mai important, oricand si oriunde, V.

  • Ivan G Klein commented on December 21, 2019 Reply

    Săracul d. G.K. ,
    Nu răspunde la comentarii – aparent iar trebui mai mult timp pentru răspuns decît pentru a scrie un articol .
    – GBM – așa este și în S.U.A. pentru marea masă , dar nefiind socializat 100% mai există clinici particulare la care numai canadienii ( căci de ei vorbim ) foarte bogați apelează – de ex. evitînd o așteptare eventual de multe luni de zile pentru un test .
    – T.A. – mi-ar place să citesc o scurtă descriere despre sistem medical actual Israel – cu condiția să nu fiți medic – iar eu am să discut despre subiect la vizita mea anuală în Israel . Citiți cu atenție articolul și veți înțelege că pentru a fi tot așa mulțumit de sistemul medical croat cum a fost G.K. trebuie să aveți toate atuurile lui G.K. – Cred că n-ați vizitat Croația , așa că puteți să-i sugerați lui G.K. ce să scrie interesant & condensat ca să vă placă – totuși mențiunea dvs. m-a dus cu gîndul la reacția a trei diferiți care găsesc o muscă în bere – dvs. cred că sînteți o variantă de completare originală a bancului cunoscut – ați băut berea în întregime , ați prins o muscă și după ce ați pus-o în pahar ați cerut banii înapoi .
    – A.G. – dacă ați fi scris comentariul în romînă și ați fi pus Romanian în loc de Croatian , aveați răspunsul la întrebare .
    – E.G. – e tare plăcut să ți se ofere ceva puțin și bun pe tavă , chiar mai plăcut decît să mă ridic și să scot un volum de Minulescu . – …. la vecin nu te duci cu avionul și nici nu iei avionul să te duci după iarbă .

    • George Kun commented on December 23, 2019 Reply

      Draga Ivan,

      Mi-ai scris:
      “Săracul d. G.K. ,
      Nu răspunde la comentarii – aparent iar trebui mai mult timp pentru răspuns decît pentru a scrie un articol”
      Nu e prea clar ce ai vrut sa spui. Poate stii ca serverul Baabel a fost “down” pe vre-o doua zile asa ca am fost fortat sa raspund mai tarziu decat de obicei. Nu e clar la ce ai asteptat raspuns, ca n-am vazut nimic de la tine, dacat
      “iar” in loc de “i-ar” 🙂

  • Eva Grosz commented on December 19, 2019 Reply

    Mie cel mai mult mi-a plăcut strofa din poezia lui Minulescu-Acuarelă
    Ion Minulescu
    În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
    Orăşenii, pe trotuare,
    Merg ţinându-se de mână,
    Şi-n oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână,
    De sub vechile umbrele, ce suspină
    Şi se-ndoaie,
    Umede de-atâta ploaie,
    Orăşenii pe trotuare
    Par păpuşi automate, date jos din galantare.
    În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
    Nu răsună pe trotuare
    Decât paşii celor care merg ţinându-se de mână,
    În gând
    Cadenţa picăturilor de ploaie,
    Ce coboară din umbrele,
    Din burlane
    Şi din cer
    Cu puterea unui ser
    Dătător de viaţă lentă,
    Şi absentă…
    În oraşu-n care plouă de trei ori pe săptămână
    Un bătrân şi o bătrână –
    Două jucării stricate –
    Merg ţinându-se de mână…

    Se pare că în curtea vecinului ,iarba pare mai verde. Dar nu este. Vă asigur .

    • George Kun commented on December 21, 2019 Reply

      Draga Eva,
      Incerc din nou sa postez comentariul meu, care ca si toate celelate pe care le-am scris , nu au vazut lumina tiparului pentru ca “serverul” nu a functionat dupa cum m-a informat Andrea. Mare pacat ca mie-mi place sa raspund prompt la comentarii, indeferent cum sunt si sa arat respect celor care s-au obosit sa sa le faca.
      Deci mi-a facut mare placere sa recitesc poezia in intregimea ei, dupa cum ati publicat-o si sa descoper cu aceasta ocazie sufletul dumneavoastra sensibil si dragostea de poezie buna.

  • Andrea Ghiţă commented on December 19, 2019 Reply

    I loved reading this article, the bitter humor of George Kun. I hope he will fully recover ASAP and will return to the main stream of Baabel (in Romanian). I have only one question to ask: what could be the faith of a Croatian patient, if he have no money for all kind of presents to offer to the head nurse & Comp?

    • George Kun commented on December 21, 2019 Reply

      Dear Andrea, I am so happy that your temporarily defunct server a revenit la viata ca Pasarea Phoenix cu ajutorul fratilor Cenusa 🙂
      I am very happy that you enjoyed both my story and my “bitter humor”.
      As far as your very legitimate question I can say this: No patients would die for lack of presents. Most of them are extremely resourceful and if they really have to “give”, they would borrow, barter, use emergency personal funds, anything. I remember from Romania, where I worked for a research institute, the “girls” and lowest paid administrative personnel would have the best cosmetics, clothing, shoes, evrything to look modern and attractive. How did they do it? I also saw women bringing prosciutto,
      home made wines and spirits, that also go a long way…

      • Andrea Ghiţă commented on December 21, 2019 Reply

        Dear Gyur4i, Be my guest writing an other article ( I hope in Romanian) about this issue (of presents and so one).

  • tomi anca commented on December 19, 2019 Reply

    Am citit si sincer sunt surprins…Nu stiu ce sa cred!Daca sistemul Canadian de medicina publica e atat de rea/grea/neeficienta/orientata in special spre castiguri,stiu un sistem bun si efficient in Israel.Iar daca lunga litanie scrisa este cu scopul de a promulga turismul/turismul medical in Croatia am citit scrieri mai bune…

    • George Kun commented on December 21, 2019 Reply

      Stimate Tomi Anca,
      Ma bucur ca ati citit povestirea mea. Situatia descrisa este reala. N-am intentionat sa promovez nici turismul in general, nici cel medical in special, am scris pur si simplu un eseu despre ceea ce ni s-a intamplat noua si cum vad EU lucrurile, fara nici o alta pretentie. Apropo, daca va intereseaza cumva, am un eseu publcat si pe Amazon “Snippets from the Balcans” pe care daca doriti, vi-l pot trimite gratuit prin e-mail. Acela promoveaza turismul Balcanic dar si face haz de multe lucruri ciudate. Va doresc in continuare sa dati peste scrieri mai bune decat ale mele, nu e prea greu.

  • GBM commented on December 19, 2019 Reply

    This is the first time I hear about the serious problems of the healthcare system in Canada. I am a “Toronto boy”, I was trained there many years ago and I admired the system. During my last stay there, 21 years ago, I witnessed some flails, but in general I found the same efficient system.
    To live in Toronto and to be obliged to look for medical care in Croatia seems to be a nonsens, but this is the new reality.
    Things usually change, and not always in the desired direction.

    • George Kun commented on December 21, 2019 Reply

      Dear GBM,
      I am so glad that you read my article and you are in a perfect position to appreciate the situation today having a hands-on personal frame of reference from 21 years ago.
      I am also convinced that many people can have an experience that is flawless and highly satisfactory., all depends on what is the problem, what are the patients’ expectations and their knowledge of available alternatives.

      • Veronica Rozenberg commented on December 21, 2019 Reply

        D-le Kun,
        În primul rând vă doresc, refacere grabnică, mai ales soţiei dvs, fie
        ca noul an să vă aducă veşti bune şi multă sănătate
        Deşi trăiesc în Israel, povestirea dvs cu întâmplările ei situate pe platforme diverse dpdv al subiectului şi relaţionării dvs, mă fac să reacţionez referitor la câteva dintre acestea, voi începe cu cea medicală.
        Nu sunt doctor, nu am studii medicale, deşi am un regret oarecare că nu m-am îndreptat către acest domeniu la momentul în care ne alegeam profesiunile în România comunistă. Mă consider, nu râdeţi, precum scrieţi despre mama dvs, doctor amator. Această trăsătură mi-o auto-acord, ca urmare a creşterii a doi copii şi a ocupaţiei mele faţă de cei doi părinţi ai mei, aici în Israel. Deci mă voi referi la cele spuse de dvs privind medicina canadiană. Ceea ce scrieţi nu mă miră, pentru că am auzit în repetate rânduri despre acest aspectul problematic al medicinei în Canada, şi în special de lipsa existenţei unor posibilităţi de a consulta specialişti, după alegerea pacientului, în primul rând din cauza inexistenţei medicinii particulare în această ţară. Am mai auzit că uneori trebuie să aştepţi luni de zile, în sistemul public, să fii consultat de cineva, chiar atunci când există pericolul de a avea o tumoare (la sân de exemplu) şi probabil şi în alte situaţii. Despre medicină canadiană am văzut acum mulţi ani un film care discuta această problemă, dar din păcate nu-mi amintesc numele său, cred chiar că a fost o serie de două filme, unul în continuarea celuilalt. Era vorba cred de un domn care având o boală finală a hotărât să treacă un proces de eutanasie, ceea ce, dacă îmi amintesc corect a trecut în altă ţară (parcă Elveţia). Au fost prezentată în film relaţia familiei la acest subiect, şi viaţă dusă de personajul principal, cât şi viaţă de spital care erau ilustrate precum unele din exemplele aduse de dvs, de care de altfel, cum spuneam am auzit de multă vreme. Poate printre cititori e cineva care isi mai aminteste acel film.
        Acum despre alte planuri ale scrierii dvs, şi anume legătura cu Croaţia. E foarte interesant ca dvs cunoaşteţi această limbă, eu s-ar putea să mă înrudesc curând (sper cel puţin), cu o tânără din Croaţia, doar că ea nu este catolică, ci ortodoxă, originară din regiunea numită Slavonia. Am fost acum un an în Croaţia, dar nu am stat decât puţin timp la Osijek, la Zagreb şi la Plitvice. După acele recomandări pe care le daţi dvs în povestirea de mai sus, cred că voi fi tentată data viitoare să acord mai multe zile cel puţin Zagrebului. Corespondez cu mama ei, ea scrie în croată şi eu răspunde în franceză.
        Acum în privinţa verificării diagnosticelor, a opiniilor medicilor şi asupra altor problem legate de implicare bolnavului în diagnosticare, şi necesitatea unei “second sau chiar third” opinion.
        Socotesc după experienţa mea, ca acest lucru este OBLIGATORIU, orice doctor face greşeli, şi atitudinea critică, implicarea trebuie încurajate în orice sistem medical. Dacă sistemul Canadian se împotriveşte, prin administraţie sau prin psihologia medicală, aceasta este o tendinţă foarte gravă.
        Problematica aceasta este imensă şi situaţiile, întâmplările nenumărate. În ziua de astăzi, multora dintre doctori nu le place faptul că pacienţii privesc pe Internet şi găsesc felurite informaţii, care uneori pot fi salvatoare, pot duce la punerea sub semn de întrebare a oricărei informaţii oficial primate, multitudinea de opinii este după părerea mea foarte importantă, dar ea poate fi valabilă în situaţii anumite. Sunt persoane care trăiesc precum cele trei maimuţe indiene, nu vor să ştie prea mult, şi câteodată chiar îmi spun, că atunci când eşti bolnav de o boală gravă, poate e chiar mai bine să ştii mai puţin. E foarte liniştitor să ai încredere în medicul care se ocupă de tine, să nu pui la îndoială cele spuse de el, dar practica arată că această încredere este adeseori ne benefică pentru bolnav. Am destule exemple adunate în timpul vieţii mele.
        Nu voi mai continua, vă mulţumesc pentru împărtăşirea sinceră a situaţiilor şi întâmplărilor prin care aţi trecut, nu deloc uşoare, spre ca de acum înainte va fi linişte şi sănătate.
        A Happy and Healthy New Year 2020 !!

        • George Kun commented on December 23, 2019 Reply

          Draga doamna Rozenberg,

          M-ati coplesit cu comentariile d-voastra atat de ample si la obiect. Ma bucura ca sunteti forte la tema cu numeroase aspecte mai putin glorioase ale medicinei socialiazate si dilemele omului de rand. Recitind cele scrise de d-voastra mi-am dat seama ca am uitat sa mentionez inca doua chestii care erau printre moleculele de aburi ale nadufului meu. Una ca media de timp de asteptare la urgenta , pana te vede un medic e de 12-16 ore, dar cineva bine documenat din Israel, m-a spus ca si acolo e cam asa..A doua chestie, foarte grava si ea, este ca medicamentele administrate la spital sunt adesea noi, neverificate, dozajul e si el arbitrar o combinatie perfecte pentru patientul trata ca si cobai. Doctorii in general nu au timp si rabdare sa investigheze istoria medicala a patientului, contraindicatii, alergii si reactii, asa ca te poti trzi cu niste simptome grave care-ti pot periclita viata. Eu am fost dupa 3 luni de asteptare la un medic “specialist” pentru o problema cu genunchiul, si el a petrecut 90% din timp la computer punand ceva informatii de la mine dar si cele dictate de protocol, fara macar sa ridice capul sau ochii de la ecran. La sfarsit m-a ascultyat cam 30 de secunde m-a dat niste prescriptii de medicamente si o pagina tiparita de la computer cu sugestii de exercitii.
          Daca ajungeti in Croatia, vizitati neaparat Istria si litoralul Dalmatiei. Daca va place sa cantati, va veti face prieteni foarte rapid. Cu multa stima, George Kun

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