MY RETIREMENT MEMOIR
How many of us, as teenagers, had the responsibility of taking our ailing parents to the hospital for follow-ups? Perhaps, not that many. I had to wait for hours with my stroke mom in the government clinic to see a doctor. Unfortunately, the busy doctor hardly spent a minute to see my mom although we spent half a day in the hospital for a consultation. During those challenging times, I made a personal vow: If I ever became a doctor, I pledged to arrive early at the clinic, devote extra time to my patients, and strive to ensure they left with smiles of satisfaction after our encounter. True to my commitment, I upheld this practice until the very last day of my career. I used to assist my adopted brother to deliver tiffin carrier meals to the first Malaysian state surgeon, Mr. Peter Vanasingham during his operation days. Witnessing him, blood-stained in his OT gown, receiving meals alongside junior doctors left a lasting impression on me. On that day, I resolved that if I pursued me...