Some months ago, it was still running after wind when he quarreled with the mirror because it projected an enflaquecida image of my body and so the weeks passed, my ears were deaf to you pleas them, until they were transformed into vigorous demands, I put hand brake and I was hooked to the locomotive, I got out of it and surrounded by my loved me went to see that Monster called INEN, to which todos fear, of which all have been heard, where many friends made specialty and some work there, vows his fangs, those cold rejas facing the Avenue Aligamos and I meti to their fangs. I found my friend Dr. Manuel alvarez Larraondo and as always so solicitous and helpful, I abridged I don’t know how many days of martirio, because in a week already he left that monster with my Diagnostics under the armpit, worried, doubting, almost turned in a philosopher’s life, after one month, by those doubts that were sown in the silence of the doctorsin reasonable unanswered questions is that we decided to hear Karin that since Mexico cried because you travel, arrived carrying my plates, my cat, my analysis, my diagnoses and inflating my chest was that they had seen me the monsters of INEN in Department of Abdomen Hospital Medical South where they work around 30 doctors between clinical surgeons none knew the monsters, all studies were returned to me and repeated me them despite my claimsthey did so! seems that, el que a hierro mata after 20dias returned to the Peru with my diagnosticos under the other armpit, diametrically opposites that gave me at the INEN, clear had studies more sophisticated, avanzada, procedures of cutting-edge technology but basically had a whiff of neglect, the diferencia between the here with the beyond life was almost nothing – in the end. While crossing the Pacific at 30,000 feet of altura, he remembered the digestive tract of the monster and came to my mind hundreds of patients elders, youth, children very children bearers of the evolucion of all types of Cancer, stacked in pews of wood, without pads, in large environments, iluminados, running and agglomerated around 60 narrow offices, with little privacy, without half bath, regulars and captive patients, until death pick them up, with their dry throats without saliva, without words to complain, to claim, just whispering their biological ailments and their dissatisfaction that physicians take time to attend, some Secretaries serve them poorly, much! talk, they laugh and eat behind clinics, while they die really, I remember that in my quality of patient, defended my colleagues, on the grounds that seem crude, insensitive, but they say the truth bluntly, without hesitation and that’s better than the white lies were not as eloquent, full of verb sophists of ancient Greece, but liars I remember comparing the INEN past with the presen you no longer like before no longer as – said patients and as arrived already a graduate of philosopher (by everything that was happening to me) is that I would say that perhaps they lack INEN doctors spend more time in caring for their patients much perhaps disrupt them them lack listening more to the patient, listening to relatives, explain what they have, ask for platesTAC and not only read reports, put his hand on the shoulder or the cheek of the sick, perhaps lacking undress of the scourge called pride and recall the ancient medical philosophy have the wisdom of the gods and the humility of the pigeons, remember the medical history when scholars, excellent, good, have Eagle eyes to see little things that other animals do not seeHEART of LEoN to tell you truth and future plans to each patient, with aplomb and hands of woman to have the delicacy not to hurt, to an already wounded human death.