Yarmoukian Doctors in the field

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DrAbdelrahman alboura

Dear Doctor- A message to my colleagues

By: Dr. Abdulrhman Al-bourh

Adrenaline graduate- Third Batch

' Please Don't forget'
To my dear colleague, The Doctor who suffered alot during his studies, Who worked hard till he became the person he wants. The Doctor who walked the hard way full of obstacles till he finally reached his happy destination.
You made your and your family's wish a reality, and you raised your university's name high , and you were and are the source of pride to your school and teachers. Don't forget the family; your family at home and your family at your school.
Those teachers that you might have caused some hardships to them, complained of them, or didnt listen to, but they worked hard to teach you the sciences of medicine and the skills of clinical practice. They were like candles that burn to light your way. Don't forget them
Don't forget anybody who helped you even with a smile or gesture.
Don't forget the words and meanings of the oath you recited loudly in the graduation ceremony, that put major responsibilities upon you. It is not an easy thing. It 's a commitment that you have to do.  Maybe then , you were at the middle of your graduation joy, or just recited that oath as a ceremony that medical students do in graduation. but you have to think of it as a Trust that you have to bear throughout your life. This trust that Allah has offered to heavens, earth and mountains and they declined to bear it and feard it, but we human beings did.
Don't forget that the people in need put their hopes on you, the sick , the desperate , the poor , the unhappy. All expect you to be their hands to work , their lips to smile and their heart to live, so  do what is expected from you.
Don't forget that your job is a humanetarian job, if you are after money, fame or a position, then you lost the way. you have to remind yourrself with the real objectives of being a doctor. 
Dear Colleague, We have no choice but to bear the trust that God and people gave us. It's not a burden if we like it and if we enjoyed doing it. No compromise , Be a doctor or Don't label yourself as a doctor, This your decision Ms. wise woman and Mr. wise man.
 Written on Saturday August 14th, 2021

Dr. Abdulrhman Al-bourh

Adrenaline graduate- Third Batch 2014-2021

jamal bani issa

The unforgettable patient

By: Dr. Jamal Bani Issa

Adrenaline graduate- Third batch- 2015-2021

 Your voice echoes the chambers of my mind, just like your son's once echoed yours..

A year or some more ago, I've met you, I can't place when exactly, for my memory is fragile when it comes to the sufferings of daily living; such as remembering deadlines, birthdays, and remembering not to spill my teacup everyday, or paying attention as to not bump into everyone in my wake.

It is a mixed feeling, that I have towards you, indeed. It's the type of tough love a single mother bears upon her rebellious child; cold, tough, but still sparks like the light of a thousand stars.

But you're not my son nor I your father, oh uncle. And who am I to judge? For I am a sinner, just like you, and repent, just like you. Many life lessons gathered on your pages, I wish I got the chance to read them all. For I have not read well, forgive me. Time did not serve me well, neither did my arrogance and selfishness, which manifested as I ignored some of your personal calls.

I have witnessed the passings of many patients over my brief career, but I remained always a rock in the face of adversity. You were the exception, why? Why do I morn you so deeply when in fact our meetings were so brief and conditional? Perhaps it was because as I treated you, you treated me as well. Perhaps it's the skeleton in the closet, knocking on the door of my adaptive apathy? Or is it because our meetings were cut short, for I expected many more of those cups of tea to gather us. Perhaps the best things in life are as such — fleeting, passing, sudden, and leave a hidden scar.

But now you speak to me just like when your son spoke to you, in your delusions of loss. You speak to me of my distance, my preoccupation in the face of the many times you requested that I come see you as a friend, as a son. You speak to me of how I thought I had time, but so appears I didn't. I thought that we had more time, but you passed, and here I am morning you, just like when you morned your murdered son.

Oh uncle, the matters of everyday life bother me, but what are those compared to what you had to live through? What your broken heart had to deal with?

Your patience speaks to me, oh uncle. From power and wealth, to that apartment I found you gasping for every breath, drowning in pulmonary secretions and the weight of your enlarged heart weighing you further.

I know, oh uncle, what truly made you ill was the weight of memories and loneliness, and I wish I were there for you. The memories of your deceased daughter and your murdered son, and the absence of your elder son abroad. You kept telling me 'he'll come back, he'll come back'. And then came disease, like a wolf preying on what remained. Heart failure and pulmonary failure, as if one was not enough.

You told me many times, that adversity is the cloth of purification. I came to agree. Perhaps you treated me so much more than I did treat you, after all.

I have never, and will never forget your humble house and our cups of tea and especially the tattoos you tried to hide in embarrassment. Don't hide them please, for the soul of man hides many depths darker than the ink of a needle.

You speak to me in my times of need, just like your son spoke to you in yours. Your times of need are over, yet mine stand still for my time on this earth remain.. until we meet.

It is my pleasure to tell you that the souvenir that holds your name is in safe keeping, and it is a promise, to hang it on a wall, if i ever own one.

You speak to me, oh uncle. I wish i spoke to you when you asked for me, forgive me.

In memory of the late 'uncle A.Y.' , a patient of mine, who passed after a long struggle with heart failure, COPD, Arrhythmias, PTSD, the passing of his daughter, and the murder of his son. May his soul find peace.


By: Dr. Jamal Bani Issa

Adrenaline graduate- Third batch

Fadi Abul Sal

A joy after a hard test

By: Dr. Fadi Abu- Sal

Adrenaline Batch graduate/

3rd batch 2015-2021

Hi there,  Iam Fadi Abu-Sal. Iam writing this article while I am celebrating my graduation from school of medicine/ Yarmouk University, Thanks God, Iam a happy fit healthy and optimistic person. It's just wasn't as cool as it is now. I had a hard  personal experience while I was a student. I'd like to tell you my story just to let anyone who faces hardships during his life know that the keys for success and happiness are inside him and around him.
My story is about that horrible disease, which in my society, people try not even to mention its name, they call it the bad disease. I am a doctor so I'll call it as it is ( Cancer) The story started when one of my minute body cells inside my chest decided to grow by its own with no control. I was then in the start of the fourth year , just in the introductory pre - clinical course. I had some symptoms at the time around the final exam of that course. The symptoms were profuse sweating especially at night, general weakness all over the day, shortness of breath, my heart beats were fast and pounding and my weight was gradually dcreasing. At that time that naughty small cell became a mass of 9*13 cm in the mediastinum; which is an area inside the chest cage. I told you before that I was in my pre-clinical course, I had no clue then that it could be a cancer, I only thought of pneumonia as a cause of my symptoms. Maybe if these symptoms started few months later , I would have gussed the diagnosis. I was sick and I went to seek a medical advice, frankly speaking; my aim was to get a sick leave because I was unable to go to the university everyday. The surprise was that I was diagnosed to have a cancer.
First I was confused. It was a shock. I asked myself  'WHY? WHY ME?  Was it a karma? Maybe this a punishment for a bad thing I have done. I had so many questions to get answered. I knew it was not my fault. I believed it was a test from God who loves me and I thanked His Highness for the good and the good that I see as bad. I was almost ready.  My family lives abroad and they didn't know about my new illness. It was so hard to tell them those news. I wanted to be seen by them as a strong man, but in fact from my deep inside I was frightened. They wanted me their family doctor and I was then the family patient. 
It was hard to be punctual at my classes. Everyone advised me to drop the semester as it is impossible to cope with university time and the treatment plan together, especially that I live in Amman more than 80 km away from my medical school. and the hospital is in Amman too.  I decided to keep attending my university classes. 
I was admitted to King Hussien Cancer Center in my birthday as a rare case of mediastinal seminoma, I was the case no. 155 in the world. The doctors decided first three cycles of chemotherapy , but later they increased them to four in a period of 5 months.
I started the first dose on Feb 2nd, 2019 I was then in my surgery rotation at school. I continued Chemo throught the pediatrics rotation and the last dose was in my internal medicine rotation. I attended classes as much as I could. My day then used to start in the early morning by moving from Amman to Irbid to attend the rounds in the teaching hospital then I used to go back to Amman directly to the King Hussein Center when there was a scheduled followup visit , a visit to emergency if i had side effects or for an admission to receive my chemotherapy. At the end of that long day I used to go home eat and sleep. 
I remember holding my study slides  while in my chemo bed with one one hand as the other was busy with IV cannulas and chemotherapy introduction. I wanted to spend the boring 5-6 hours with anything I could do.
The time was awful as if death  was staring at me. Nausea and vomitimg more than 30 times in few hours. Nose bleeding throught the day even the water and food I take tasted as metal. 
Cancer patients needs support from anyone, even if this support is minimal. One of my friends ( Yazan) shaved his head to support me when I lost my hair because of chemotherapy. Presence of Muhannad, Gharaibeh , Salah , Al-Baw and Qutada beside me during that hard time, even by a breif phone call asking about me was a major support and a big favor in my life.  My group in the university , my doctors  and many others did their best to support me too.
The most important supporters were my family . A word or a smile of anyone of them used to make my day and to change my mood to the good side.
After all what happened to me , my views towards life have changed. I believe now that I have to live simply, seize every opportunity in life to enjoy the moment. I appreciate every minor thing I do even if it was a cards game with my friends. because no one knows if the coming day will be the same or it will carry a surprise that will change his life 180 degrees, and then he'll chew on these past moments and wish he didn't lose them with anger and sorrow.
I learned from this experience that everything in our lives is good eventually, even if we see it as bad for the first time. Because future will tell us day by day what was good in what we used to see as bad. then we'll laugh at ourselves. 
May God keep you and your beloved ones away from diseases and pain. ❤
Fadi Abu-Sal
Adrenaline batch 2015-2021