The day that the University conferred me the title of Doctor of Medicine, I thought I already was.
I had discovered my knowledge of anatomy and physiology, diagnosis and treatment of diseases.
And so, with my scientific being full of knowledge with the pretension of omnipotence, I went around the world to practice medicine.
Everything was going well at the beginning…
The medications I prescribed controlled the conditions of my patients and my scalpel removed their damaged tissues.
But very soon the crown of my medical erudition suffered a pitiful dent.
It was a Sunday when I was called from the hospital to operate on a child assaulted by a dog that broke his face and neck. He was bleeding profusely and was dying. In the middle of transfusions I successfully reconstructed the disfigured structures, but in the following days I noticed that despite the satisfactory result of my surgery, the child was still dejected, worsening every day, defeating the optimism that science allowed me.
Then I realized that I had been taught to treat illnesses, but not sick people.
This child showed me that he did not suffer from his injuries, but from the absence of his absent father, a fugitive from the home. I could not use all my theories to alleviate it. He also needed someone to comfort him in his emotional turmoil.
With this I perceived that the real medicine is not to fight the disease as if it were an object that entered the body, but to take care of the person who suffers in its human integrity.
And so, hour after hour I was discovering that I was more ignorant than what I thought I knew and that becoming a real doctor is not achieved with the mere obtaining of professional title, because beyond the certified scientific knowledge, is the understanding and the delivery to the fellow who suffers, in order to mitigate their physical pain, to attend to him in the depths of his fears and comfort him in his interiority that suffers.
In the exercise of my profession I have witnessed the birth of a squalid creature in a poor hut and the satisfied baby who sees the first light surrounded by flowers in a clinic for the rich.
I have witnessed the frightened agony of the bully who feels his life escape through the holes of a bullet and I have been before the last death throes of the old man who leaves the world with a prayer of peace on his lips.
And between these extremes of life and death, I have been amazed at the prodigies that work in the evolution of diseases, faith in God and the will to overcome the suffering, triumphantly tearing the medical statistics and forecasts of the eminences.
Over the years in my professional practice, I discovered that after the symptoms that the patients manifest, the psychic conflict that originated in them arises, a conflict that goes through the clinics looking for a doctor who recognizes, understands and agrees to relieve it.
But…
How far are the pages of medical texts and the symptoms of professors from these intimate matters of human life?
I have seen in front of my desperate expression of the wealthy that he cannot explain how his money cannot buy him one more hour of life and I have been saddened to see the sad face of the poor man who sells his blood to feed his children. I have been before the man of the world, once arrogant and arrogant, now intimidated to what is laughable by a rash of skin and I have knelt to kiss the forehead of a mother who hides the pains of her cancer so as not to mortify her children.
With all of this, it was evident to me how different each patient is and the serious error that is made by generalizing lightly in the treatment of patients. As if all the patients were the same. As if each one had his own feelings and circumstances.
I have delved between my fingers the miracle of the organic tissues in the bowels of life and every day more is recorded in my conscience that my hands are only a modest instrument between the Creator and my patients.
Therefore, in that filtering of knowledge that gives us the experience, I remained firmly convinced that I must act before those who suffer, with humanism and spirituality, not from doctor to patients, but from being to being.
It is much more what the patient wants to say when he pleads:
“Doctor … what do you advise me?”
I write these thoughts, dedicating them to the new generation of professionals.
Do you agree, brand new colleagues that just graduated, in a world that imposes on them the alternative of exercising for technology and science, or serving the sick man?
They have sensitivity of the human, a virtue that offers them to move from science to consciousness.
Stop living in scientific rationalism, to become emissaries of God.
This is what my phrase means to the patient’s deepest expectations:
I am in you; I am in your womb; because I come to you in the name of the Lord.
Because after all, we doctors are only simple intermediaries of the Lord who has entrusted us to Christ’s favorite mission: to heal the sick so that, by fulfilling it, we all get to deserve the noble title of “Doctor of Medicine”
Dr. Jorge Fuentes Aguirre
Saltillo, Coahuila Mexico
LINEA WELLNESS
REMOVE THE SALE OF THE EYES
The difference between SUPPLY and NURTURE THE SYSTEMS
08
Jul
What is a doctor?
The day that the University conferred me the title of Doctor of Medicine, I thought I already was.
I had discovered my knowledge of anatomy and physiology, diagnosis and treatment of diseases.
And so, with my scientific being full of knowledge with the pretension of omnipotence, I went around the world to practice medicine.
Everything was going well at the beginning…
The medications I prescribed controlled the conditions of my patients and my scalpel removed their damaged tissues.
But very soon the crown of my medical erudition suffered a pitiful dent.
It was a Sunday when I was called from the hospital to operate on a child assaulted by a dog that broke his face and neck. He was bleeding profusely and was dying. In the middle of transfusions I successfully reconstructed the disfigured structures, but in the following days I noticed that despite the satisfactory result of my surgery, the child was still dejected, worsening every day, defeating the optimism that science allowed me.
Then I realized that I had been taught to treat illnesses, but not sick people.
This child showed me that he did not suffer from his injuries, but from the absence of his absent father, a fugitive from the home. I could not use all my theories to alleviate it. He also needed someone to comfort him in his emotional turmoil.
With this I perceived that the real medicine is not to fight the disease as if it were an object that entered the body, but to take care of the person who suffers in its human integrity.
And so, hour after hour I was discovering that I was more ignorant than what I thought I knew and that becoming a real doctor is not achieved with the mere obtaining of professional title, because beyond the certified scientific knowledge, is the understanding and the delivery to the fellow who suffers, in order to mitigate their physical pain, to attend to him in the depths of his fears and comfort him in his interiority that suffers.
In the exercise of my profession I have witnessed the birth of a squalid creature in a poor hut and the satisfied baby who sees the first light surrounded by flowers in a clinic for the rich.
I have witnessed the frightened agony of the bully who feels his life escape through the holes of a bullet and I have been before the last death throes of the old man who leaves the world with a prayer of peace on his lips.
And between these extremes of life and death, I have been amazed at the prodigies that work in the evolution of diseases, faith in God and the will to overcome the suffering, triumphantly tearing the medical statistics and forecasts of the eminences.
Over the years in my professional practice, I discovered that after the symptoms that the patients manifest, the psychic conflict that originated in them arises, a conflict that goes through the clinics looking for a doctor who recognizes, understands and agrees to relieve it.
But…
How far are the pages of medical texts and the symptoms of professors from these intimate matters of human life?
I have seen in front of my desperate expression of the wealthy that he cannot explain how his money cannot buy him one more hour of life and I have been saddened to see the sad face of the poor man who sells his blood to feed his children. I have been before the man of the world, once arrogant and arrogant, now intimidated to what is laughable by a rash of skin and I have knelt to kiss the forehead of a mother who hides the pains of her cancer so as not to mortify her children.
With all of this, it was evident to me how different each patient is and the serious error that is made by generalizing lightly in the treatment of patients. As if all the patients were the same. As if each one had his own feelings and circumstances.
I have delved between my fingers the miracle of the organic tissues in the bowels of life and every day more is recorded in my conscience that my hands are only a modest instrument between the Creator and my patients.
Therefore, in that filtering of knowledge that gives us the experience, I remained firmly convinced that I must act before those who suffer, with humanism and spirituality, not from doctor to patients, but from being to being.
It is much more what the patient wants to say when he pleads:
“Doctor … what do you advise me?”
I write these thoughts, dedicating them to the new generation of professionals.
Do you agree, brand new colleagues that just graduated, in a world that imposes on them the alternative of exercising for technology and science, or serving the sick man?
They have sensitivity of the human, a virtue that offers them to move from science to consciousness.
Stop living in scientific rationalism, to become emissaries of God.
This is what my phrase means to the patient’s deepest expectations:
I am in you; I am in your womb; because I come to you in the name of the Lord.
Because after all, we doctors are only simple intermediaries of the Lord who has entrusted us to Christ’s favorite mission: to heal the sick so that, by fulfilling it, we all get to deserve the noble title of “Doctor of Medicine”
Dr. Jorge Fuentes Aguirre
Saltillo, Coahuila Mexico
LINEA WELLNESS
REMOVE THE SALE OF THE EYES
The difference between SUPPLY and NURTURE THE SYSTEMS