‘I Have Lost Count Of My Surgeries’

Battling with a rare disease, unheard in India, for last ten years Payel Bhattacharya, 38, has been a survivor of the finest cast. Tumours, complex surgeries, cancer and transplants, she went under the knife so many times that she has now lost count. Not surprisingly her autobiography is called The Warrior Princess. Her Story:   I was born a hale and hearty infant but life changed when I was three. My mother was attending my younger brother, a new-born baby, and I was dancing in merriment. Suddenly, a twirl made my left foot swell up like a freshly-baked bread. My father went from doctor to doctor for the right diagnosis but they all differed in opinions. One of them diagnosed me with a hairline fracture and put me on plenty of antibiotics and auto-vaccines. Pumped with heavy medicines at a young age made me resistant to antibiotics later. Another doctor suggested cosmetic surgery which would imply opening up both, my swollen left foot and the right foot, to compare the two. I was practically a guinea pig. Meanwhile, tumours appeared in different parts of my body. At 12, I was detected with benign brain tumours. The doctors let it be for some years until they started troubling me again after I passed class XII. I fainted while writing one of my medical entrance test exams in 1999. We travelled across the country to hospitals in Kolkata, Vellore and Chennai and finally came back to Kolkata and got operated in a nursing home. The doctors were apprehensive that my condition could send me into a coma. In the next four months, tumours appeared in my liver, causing extreme abdominal pain. Experts said these were hemorrhaged growths and could not be resected individually. Ten years ago, I underwent a transplant to get rid of my tumour-studded liver. And that’s when, after a series of misdiagnosis and diagnostic dilemmas, doctors in Sir Gangaram Hospital, New Delhi (now, they have shifted their institution to Medanta, Gurgaon and most of my treatment goes on there) diagnosed me with a very rare disease called Von Hippel Lindau (VHL). Back then, the term VHL was alien to most doctors. I can still recall the faces of the radiologists checking my tumour-ridden liver with their probes and looking at my file with a weird term ‘VHL’ with deadpan faces, regarding me quizzically. Named after German ophthalmologist Eugen von Hippel and Arvid Vilhelm Lindau, a Swedish pathologist and bacteriologist, VHL or is a genetic defect that causes capillary growth to go out of control. While the tiniest blood vessels, or capillaries, usually branch out gracefully like trees, in VHL patients knots of extra capillaries form tumours.  In certain cases, these growths turn malignant, causing cancer. VHL can affect up to ten parts of the body, including the brain, spine, ears, eyes, lung, liver, pancreas, and kidneys. Wikipedia says it affects 1 in 36,000 people but there is no proper record-keeping in India. My world came apart, when I realised the nature of my disease but I have resolved that there is no other way except fighting till the end. My liver transplant had drained me and my family both emotionally and financially. It was an 18-hour long surgery with a team of 30 doctors that cost us Rs 30 lakh. We had no money for the surgery. Help came in from different quarters. People donated money and my transplant just happened automagically! Soon after the transplant, my father died of heart failure. And that marked the beginning of the most difficult phase of my life, leaving me penniless and almost homeless. The transplanted liver needs the immune system to be suppressed so that it isn’t rejected by the body. The immuno-suppressants are expensive life-saving medicines, and also make the user susceptible to other diseases. I too contracted multi-drug resistant tuberculosis (MDR -TB). The moment my landlord came to know that I had TB, he wanted me out of the house. Forget about the treatment, we were not even sure if we would get our next meal. But we have kept faith. We would live, we are meant to live — this was our mantra. Help came from unexpected quarters and we survived the worst. My mother and I have since shifted to Delhi and changed several homes (seven to be precise). The only earning member in my family is my brother, who is a freelance cinematographer in Mumbai. His income is not enough for my treatment and basic necessities. We still need help and are not afraid of asking for it. My disease requires constant monitoring; I need loads of pills; and money is difficult to come by. But we haven’t lost hope; that keeps us going. I am also a kidney cancer survivor, yet another manifestation of VHL. On the last count, I had had 14 surgeries; I have now stopped keeping the count. I’d rather use my time productively. I read voraciously, write poetry and make sketches to express myself. I wrote my first long poem Warrior Princess which was later shaped into my autobiography The Warrior Princess, which was published earlier this year. It wasn’t easy to write as my brain tumor has claimed most of the vision of my right eye. I also reached out to several NGOs but was turned down on the grounds that ‘VHL is a very rare disease’. Some didn’t bother to reply. Battling apathy, ignorance and stigma has turned out to be more difficult than fighting VHL. I reach out to people through social media and people with their heart in the right place have come out to help. Ten years ago, I never thought I’d live to see this day. A doctor wrote in his prescription that I wouldn’t live beyond six weeks. I met with such deadlines a few more times but I pulled through. I have an intense will to survive, which is why I want to celebrate the past 10 years and mark the tenth anniversary of my liver transplant as ‘Survival Day’. (To take part in my war and become one of my legions please contact me at payel.bh@gmail.com / 9711197537 or https://www.facebook.com/payel.bh. Every drop makes an ocean.)]]>


thewire.in, that as per the DNHA, it is not the state government, but the Medical Council of India (MCI), which is empowered to cancel the license and punish doctors for negligence and malpractice. The government has instructed the state governments to adopt and implement the Clinical Establishment (Registration and Regulation) Act 2010. Although it is heartening to note that politicians are finally coming forward to help patients challenge the exaggerated bills made by hospital authorities, it cannot be denied that closing down a hospital is not an appropriate form of punishment. It is understandable that private hospitals cannot deliver health care at the same costings that one finds in the government hospitals. In order to avoid the painful queues, obsolete instruments, and lack of other facilities, many patients have little option but to visit the private hospitals to get some reasonable standard of treatment by making highly inflated payments. It is because of lack of transparency that cesarean childbirth is so common in India, as doctors are reluctant to wait for a normal delivery, in order to push up a huge bill. There have been several instances where doctors unnecessarily advised hysterectomy and even angioplasties, in order to mint fast money. In the report by the Competition Commission of India, the private healthcare sector indulges in malpractices and overcharge consumables, medical equipment etc so that hospitals can make profits. Cases of a medical representative from internationally renowned medical companies luring doctors with expensive gifts, cars and foreign holidays in exchange for prescribing drugs from that particular company, is also common in India. This encourages many doctors to prescribe expensive drugs and injections from companies that offer them incentives. As a result of this alleged nexus between the medical practitioners, drug store owners and the drug manufacturing companies, common people pay exorbitant prices to buy medicines. Visiting the private clinic of reputed doctors usually turn out to be nothing less than a nightmare for the pocket. While Max hospital has appealed against the cancellation of licence, the Indian Medical Associations (IMA) has been widely condemning the government’s decision. Dr KK Aggarwal, an eminent cardiologist and president of IMA has been asking the medical fraternity for self-regulation procedures. Realising the depletion in doctor-patient trust, the IMA has demanded the state government to come out with an urgent ordinance for ‘one drug-one company -one price policy’. The Association has also been persuading doctors to ensure that hospitals should not sell any item at a price higher than the Market Rate Price (MRP). Dr Aggarwal has also been highlighting the problems faced by the doctors as on several occasions irrational and unrealistic expectations by the patients and their relatives,  lead to a vicious environment during treatment. “Once a treatment is administered, the recuperation of a patient depends upon physical and organic factors,” he said. This is referring to innumerable harrowing incidents in hospitals when the family of the patient have assaulted doctors, threatening them to give ‘proper’ treatment even when there is no such thing as a miracle treatment. The time has come for the government to not just increase the number of private and government hospitals, but also provide standardised health services. The private health sector definitely needs a mandate under which a cap is put on their service costs. A demand has been made to appoint an ombudsman in private hospitals and to address and look after patients’ issues. In most of the hospitals in the UK and the US, a  neutral person also known as a patient representative, is appointed, who investigates and mediates patients’ problem and complaints in relation to a hospital’s services. We also need a nearly foolproof system to keep a watch on the medical fraternity and fight for millions of middle-class patients. // ]]>