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.
With those who woke up and looked up to the sky, praying that God would do a miracle and win the battle with the evil disease.
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 pancreatic tumor....
I was at QSUT in Tirana. The doctor communicated the diagnosis to us with a surprising coolness.
That day, August 2011, my world collapsed along with every dream in the drawer. They gave him 3 months to live and told us to get him out of the hospital, there was no hope left....
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 doubted 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 in the helpless room for the vial of chemo, as his last hope, and I could not fail...I was never allowed to.
I smiled at him wholeheartedly 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 to buy it at the pharmacy!" (one vial 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 bottle in my hand.
Those months turned me into a monster in the stinking corridors of that oncologist. I kept the gospel inside me only for what needed me one more day.... But what could I do, except to pray to God?????
Today, as I read the oncology scandal, the pain and helplessness returned to me as the daughter of a death row in that hospital, where a terminal patient 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 bow before every professional and humane doctor, but I have no mercy for those wicked people who turn the misfortune of others into a business.
May God have mercy that I will never make it halal, neither in this life, nor in the next!