And the last thing she could hear was, people screaming her name... and then, it was all dark and silent... She was in this state for almost half an hour. Later, she opened her eyes, saw everyone around, crying, hugging her, thanking doctors... So it was status epilepticus. For you and me, it could be just a story. But, there are people around fighting everyday with these debilitating “brain diseases”.
I would never say neurology was in my blood. I was an ordinary doctor who wanted to make a big difference in someone’s existence. I was intimately attached with my patients but something was still missing. What? I had no answer! They say, ‘we are homesick most for the places we have never known’. So was my situation.
With fifty-one percent of the population being women in my country, who are considered subservient to man, I still got the finest education and the best medical schooling with my parents support. Here, I was given the flavor of all the fields of medicine and surgery, but it was Neurology that started filling the emptiness I was always homesick of. Every patient challenged my knowledge, prompting me to learn more and manage them effectively. It is one of the very few fields in medicine where diagnosis is dependent merely on history and physical. There are no specific diagnostic tests as yet for Alzheimer’s disease, Parkinson, epilepsy
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There is a triad of research, education and service here. I have a deep respect for the American academic culture that demands physicians to publish and discuss their findings, promoting doctors to excel. The speed of diagnostics in the US is fascinating. Practicing here also appeals me because of the multi-disciplinary approach in every aspect of patient care. Different specialties come together in managing a patient and this encourages creative solutions. My experience taught me to assimilate medical knowledge into a practical and evidence based