Hoards of young people in gowns and mortar boards are everywhere in the city this month. For some it will be a very special occasion as they step up to collect prizes bestowed in the name of some worthy luminary. For a few it will be a bumper crop with multiple awards. Others will have to content themselves in the knowledge that he or she who simply passes the final exams is still called ‘doctor’.
Some medical students will also recite the Hippocratic oath. Of which my favourite version appears below:
I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:…
I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.
I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures which are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.
I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon’s knife or the chemist’s drug.
I will not be ashamed to say “I know not,” nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient’s recovery.
I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. Above all, I must not play at God.
I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person’s family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.
I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.
I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.
If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.
Written in 1964 by Louis Lasagna, Academic Dean of the School of Medicine at Tufts University, and used in many medical schools today.
Living by this oath does not earn the annual Hippocratic Award for Excellence. If only all graduates could hear Simon Sinek deliver a commencement speech. This is what they might hear. Prize winners might reflect on what it will feel like to inhabit a world where being excellent at your job doesn’t mean you get to wear a gown and hear applause. If you have the good fortune to call yourself doctor then innovation in healthcare is detailed in the oath and begins with yourself.
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