August 15, 2011
Yenisel Rodriguez
"How old are you?" the doctor queried.
"30," the woman replied.
"So what are you doing trying to get an abortion at 30?" he probed.
"I was hoping to have a baby but things didn't turn out."
"Ah…" he then responded, sarcastically.
A friend had this conversation while enduring the hardship of the
metallic coldness of one of the unbearable post-operative tables at the
Workers Maternity Hospital (Maternidad Obrera) in Marianao.
She was being prepped by the doctor who would perform the medical
procedure. The young woman had just been brought out of the first
operating room where they had extracted the remains of a miscarriage
that had occurred — shockingly enough — as she was walking down the street.
This meant she had lost her first wanted pregnancy only 48 hours after
finding out that she was going to be a mother.
Yet for her, the most painful thing was not the loss or the pain, but
the humiliation and abuse received from the doctor.
"The doctor who gave me his report wasn't even careful enough to look at
my chart in front of him that explained how I'd suffered a miscarriage.
Had he taken the time to do that, he would have spared me those
completely inappropriate questions," explained my friend, someone who
needed to share that unsettling experience.
She feared for the who knows how many women who'd be subjected to this
physician. Her sense was that many of them would also be dealt with as
being irresponsible before being able to receive an abortion.
"And me? Why do I've to pay the price for an oversight I didn't commit?
Why do I have to be interrogated as if I were some criminal using
abortion for contraception? Is it because I looked all tousled and
disheveled after what I'd just gone through that I didn't deserve any
respect or deference? Is it too much to ask a doctor not to extrapolate
his day-to-day routine onto mine? Is it a mistake to request that he not
guess or presuppose things that he could find out by simply asking
politely?"
The doctor presumed that my friend had miscarried deliberately,
therefore he couldn't avoid the inquisitional comment: "So what are you
doing trying to get an abortion at 30?"
Perhaps, the amount of his salary takes into account the impact made on
Cuban population growth by denying, at the precise time, abortions
requested by women who arrive before the hospital's on-call staff.
A few minutes had already passed since the conversation between my
friend and me when she began to reconsider some of the arguments she had
made in the heat of agitation. She recognized that it was legitimate for
health care professionals to assume a certain dose of distance with
regard to their patients, since they struggle daily with pain and suffering.
It's also necessary to keep in mind that Cuba, just as Mexico City, is
one of the few places in Latin America where access to abortion is free,
which has caused the population of our country to not accurately
perceive the risks implied by abortion as a method of contraception.
As a consequence, doctors see themselves "forced" to press on their
patients so that they critically assess their decision to expose
themselves to surgical interventions.
However, the total depersonalization of patients also has its affects –
it cuts and burns, my friend concluded.
I'm therefore appealing to all Cuban doctors to personalize their
services directed toward the public, as well as to systematize their
professional ethics in such a way that they respect the legal rights
that Cuban women possess in relation to receiving abortions. Proper
treatment could be the best prophylaxis in the face of health problems,
both psychic and biological.
Medical Ethics Weakening in Cuba
http://www.havanatimes.org/?p=48761
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