460 BC – ca. 370 BC, a man called Hippocrates , or who was believed to be him , coined the oath of the medical worker and healer, today known as the Hippocratic oath.
And here it goes:
˝I swear by Apollo, the healer, Asclepius, Hygieia, and Panacea, and I take to witness all the gods, all the goddesses, to keep according to my ability and my judgment, the following Oath and agreement:
To consider dear to me, as my parents, him who taught me this art; to live in common with him and, if necessary, to share my goods with him; To look upon his children as my own brothers, to teach them this art; and that by my teaching, I will impart a knowledge of this art to my own sons, and to my teacher's sons, and to disciples bound by an indenture and oath according to the medical laws, and no others.
I will prescribe regimens for the good of my patients according to my ability and my judgment and never do harm to anyone.
I will not give a lethal drug to anyone if I am asked, nor will I advise such a plan; and similarly I will not give a woman a pessary to cause an abortion.
But I will preserve the purity of my life and my arts.
I will not cut for stone, even for patients in whom the disease is manifest; I will leave this operation to be performed by practitioners, specialists in this art.
In every house where I come I will enter only for the good of my patients, keeping myself far from all intentional ill-doing and all seduction and especially from the pleasures of love with women or with men, be they free or slaves.
All that may come to my knowledge in the exercise of my profession or in daily commerce with men, which ought not to be spread abroad, I will keep secret and will never reveal.
If I keep this oath faithfully, may I enjoy my life and practice my art, respected by all men and in all times; but if I swerve from it or violate it, may the reverse be my lot.˝
When I was a child, whenever mom took me to see a doctor, I spent my time reading this oath that was in the office of every doctor, as it is today as well. The words of the oath found the way to the very core of my heart and being, and they inspired me to be a good person toward other human beings, and to the whole of the world. And I thought that those words were not only words, but the very belief of every single health worker around the world, therefore I had a huge respect toward medical workers and loved them very much! Until the moment I grew up and became a reasonable being very well aware of the things around us and the harsh reality of life! The reality that showed me that medical workers consider those words just empty words on a parchment and nothing else! And it tore my heart!
Nowadays, I m just one more witness of the cruelty, gluttony, greediness and evil of the most of the medical workers in Serbia. They do not give a damn about their patients, about their health, all they see is the prospect of earning well if you are involved in medicine, and the prospect of good life which comes along. But the price is paid by thousands sick patients in Serbia whose health is at stake and no one cares!
I, alone, am waiting for the knee surgery for two years now, and all I get is the promise that I will undergo that surgery one day, that my doctor is giving me, and nothing else. I knew that he didn´t have any intention to help me and do his job, but I lied to myself for two years and took the bait of those promises and believed him and hoped. I cannot walk without crouches, I cannot work because I am not able to walk on my own and no one wants to employ me. I I have no earnings and at 26 of age I have to beg my father for money, month through month and try to make my ends meet with that small sum of his charity because I cannot work and that is all the fault of the medical workers in whom I believed so much when I was a kid.
Not to mention that the medical workers were very cause of death of my grandmom and even my mother few years ago, and if you want me, I can tell you the story.
But my goal is to spread out the word about the state of medicine in Serbia, to make people see and witness what we, the patients suffer from day to day without having anyone to help us, anybody to support us and take our side.
And we clearly do not even have the idea where to go and ask for help outside of Serbia, because in Serbia no one cares, no one will help, as they, in medical circles, all support each other while we wait, suffer, our health issues get worse, and patients even die.
Yes, I maybe made it sound like a horror movie, but believe me it is a close call!
And I do not know what to do! And we do not know what to do!
If Hippocrates was alive, he d surely be ashamed of being the part of the medical profession in Serbia, that much I am sure of!
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