
Somebody sent me a newspaper clipping about something that happened in the UK. A high flying executive in her early 30s was devastated to discover that she was 4 months pregnant. This happened in spite of her consumption of the post-coital contraceptive pills. A month after that episode, she had an intrauterine contraceptive device inserted. 2 months later, she was told to be over 2 months pregnant when she presented to her doctor with abdominal pain. Surgical abortion was done only to discover another 2 months later that the surgical procedure failed miserably and she was still pregnant, then at 4months+! As she was not willing to give up her pursuits to greater heights in her career as well as to lose her care-free lifestyle and give up her freedom for just one man, she decided to undergo a second termination all sponsored by the National Health Service.
Somebody complained that this type of news would just be treated as a rare unavoidable clinical dilemma that comes with the job as it happened in a first world country. Conversely, if it were to happen here or another developing country, the medical services there would be sneered upon. They would also accept it at the stride as it was excepted of the medical services in a third world country.
Well over in the third world, the health workers have to deal with other things...
An obstetrician was explaining to his 38-year-old lady and her husband about her blood test results. Earlier, she had undergone screening for Down Syndrome. The good doctor was giving a rundown on its interpretation to the teacher soon-to-be mother and husband. After extensive elaboration, the obviously confused husband interjected, "Now, hold on doctor! Tell me, who is having the possibility of having Down Syndrome? My wife or my child?"

And at another medical institution...
A lady had finally picked up the courage to go under the knife after suffering for years with her female problems. The working arrangements, leave and domestic help were all sorted out to the tilt. Her gynaecologist with whom she had total confidence was also not going for any conferences or holidays.
The day of reckoning sauntered in. A pleasant doctor walked into her room introducing himself as an anaesthetist who would be minding her needs during surgery.
Poof went the plan for surgery. Having a male doctor see her in not so modest states was abominable. Surgery can wait for another day, another time.
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