I wonder how he sleeps at night.

8yrs ago, my medical saga started as I had intense pain and was warded in a garmen hospital which took 7hrs to tell me that I had appendicitis and needed to be operated upon for the "minor" surgery. Although I had NO symptoms of appendicitis, the doctors insisted on it and I was cut up at 1am in the morning, with my entire family on the way home, I bet it was not possible to inform anyone when the doctors found out that the situation was alot more serious than they thought.

I was woken up from at 5am in the morning, a young doctor stood by my bedside and told me that there was nothing wrong with my appendix. Instead I had a ruptured cyst. In the meantime, they also removed one of my ovary.

Imagine being 22, lying semi-conscious from the GA, how in the world would I manage to capture the essence of his information and ask all the tonnes of questions about it?

So the questioning on whether he seeked parental consent to remove a vital organ from me was never conducted. Whenever he came to visit the room, he would simply check for temperature and the state of the wound and leave the room, not giving me sufficient chance to question the impact of his actions.

8yrs later, I'm still having to deal with the consequence of his actions. Could he have done it in a moment of folly? Could he have made a bad diagnosis to remove my ovary without have to at least ASK me? Does it realise the amount of pain it has incurred? Does he still do it to all his other patients? Isn't the doctor's instinct to protect their patient's well-being their first priority? When does removing an organ becomes a norm?

I think to a large extent he owes me one big apology.

And each time I feel the pain, the discomfort, I wonder how he sleeps at night.......