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Lawyer Uarda (Albunesa) Gjekaj has told about her horror at the Oncology Service in Tirana, more than a decade ago, starting from the reports of the last few days about the doctors shopping with cancer patients.
Warda says that for two years, from 2011 to 2013, he walked through the doors of the Oncology Clinic with his father, who was diagnosed with cancer.
Uarda (Albunesa) Gjekaj writes:
It was the years 2011-2013...
He was diagnosed with an acute tumor in the pancreas.
I was located at QSUT in Tirana. The doctor communicated the diagnosis to us with surprising coldness.
On that day, August 2011, the world seemed to me together with every dream in the drawer. They gave him only 3 months to live and told us to take him out of the hospital, there was no hope...
I remember like today, I went down the stairs of that hospital, sat on the first floor, took a corner and hit the wall with my head as hard as I could. How would I tell him the truth?
There I committed my first human sin, I questioned God and accused him of turning his back on me...
After a few months, chemotherapy treatment began at QSUT. every week was a battle with the medical system.
He was waiting helplessly in the room for the vial of chemo, as his last hope, and I couldn't fail...I was never allowed to.
I smiled with my heart between my teeth and said: "Don't worry, today they will give us the bottle".
I left the overcrowded oncology room and went to the doctor's room "Alketa Pere". And how can I forget this name....- "There are no flames today, I'm sorry. Try buying it at the pharmacy!” (one bottle per week cost 1500 euros)
I swear to God, if I were a man I would put my hands on his throat until I took his last breath. But I remembered that he was waiting for me upstairs, with his eyes on the door for me to return with the vial in my hand.
Those months turned me into a monster in the stinking corridors of that oncologist. I kept the angel inside me only for the one who asked me for one more day... But what could I do, except to pray to God
Today, as I read the scandal of the oncologist, the pain and helplessness returned to me as the daughter of a death row in that hospital, where a terminally ill person was an object to extract more money from the medical staff. That "object" for them, was the center of the world for me, my father.
That I knew that hell was still going on today….
Medicine is a very important profession and I humble myself before every professional and humane doctor, but I have no mercy for those wicked people who turn another's misfortune into a business.
May God have mercy on me that I will never make it halal, neither in this life nor in the next!
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