Medical community: The noble profession
Mine was the last name on the merit list. After appearing in the FSC examination for the second time, I was able to get the first division but being at the bottom of the ladder, I still could not get admission in any medical college in Sindh. We were 13 students of the Karachi Intermediate Board who were left without any hope of becoming doctors, a profession which we considered the best in the world. But on the instructions of Mumtaz Bhutto, the then chief minister of Sindh, two students, who had passed the FSC examination in third division, were given admission in Dow Medical College (DMC).
One of the newspapers in Karachi wrote an editorial on this violation of merit and a campaign began for the admission of the remaining 13 students who had passed in the first division and the chief minister’s recommendation was also questioned. The campaign gained momentum and all the 13 students finally got admission in the DMC. In all fairness, we did not deserve it, because even if merit was followed, we should have gone to Chandka Medical College, Larkana.
During my six-year stay at the DMC, I paid a total of Rs1,225 as tuition fee and Rs1,440 as examination fee to the University of Karachi. This includes extra payment of Rs240 as the supplementary examination fee as I had failed in anatomy in the first professional examination. I stayed at the hostel for six years and paid a tiny amount for boarding and lodging while enjoying all amenities — electricity, water, and subsidised meals.
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I passed my final year exams and took a house job at the Civil Hospital, Karachi. I worked very hard during my house job because I planned to go to the UK for my postgraduate education and training; also my senior friends advised me to learn as much as possible before leaving Pakistan. I owe my learning to the poor patients who were admitted to the CHK. For all practices, these patients had no rights, neither were they aware that we were not trained doctors. Yes, we wore the white coat, but we were getting our training through their bodies.
I learned how to give intramuscular injections, pass intravenous lines and naso-gastric tubes and did urinary catheterisation. I learned how to do lumber puncture, drain ascetic fluid and liver biopsy during my house job in the medical ward. Some of my friends passed CVP lines after getting instructions from books without supervision. My friends in surgical ward were doing minor procedures like draining abscess, stitching wounds and injuries, circumcisions, dilatation and curettage, etc. Some colleagues, with good “connections” with those who mattered in the wards, were doing appendectomies and even lower segment caesarean section. No first-year resident can do these procedures in the first six months of his training in any postgraduate programme in any civilised country.
I went to the United Kingdom, and then to the Republic of Ireland and completed my training in obstetrics and gynaecology. I passed my postgraduate exam after failing a few times till I satisfied the examiners of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, UK. I was trained in a few good institutes under the vigilant eyes of my trainers who did not allow me to do anything or carry out any procedure without guidance and supervision. Even when I had passed my examination, my supervisors and seniors kept guiding me to make sure that the patients received the best care. I became a safe surgeon but not a fast one. I came back to Pakistan and joined a government hospital where again I had the opportunity to sharpen my skills by treating and operating on poor Pakistani patients. I developed my skills by operating on them, and learned by examining and treating them. Because of them, I became a good doctor and a surgeon. I started my private practice and began to earn more than needed.
It is a common story of all those doctors educated in public sector medical colleges and who worked as junior doctors. Those who were trained here in Pakistan used poor patients to improve their skills and expertise by treating patients as guinea pigs. We paid next to nothing for our medical education compared to those who were acquiring medical education abroad in those days. Our fee was highly subsidised, thanks to the taxes collected by the government from the sale of cigarettes, toothpaste, soap, rice, water, lentils, etc., all over Pakistan. We owe everything — from our education to our skills — to those who are the unfortunate citizens of this country where they have no right to life and health.