Other Diseases 
Source: veneciou.blogspot.com
What happens when teachers go? I asked last week to see a picture of a teacher and disappeared. A picture that goes unnoticed when you walk absorbed in his own meditations or obligations. Judging by the experience, the memory of teachers fades over the years, but his legacy is so strong that it has stopped or written sources or a mark on his disciples that remain alive through their daily practice.
In most cases this does not happen, and not just let plaques, as new generations, iconoclastic nature and spare not know who it is. Same happens to me when I walk by my hospital, nineteenth-century architecture, with the engraved names of their heroes at the top of the portals for access to a flag, I have no idea who was or did to deserve such a tribute to the great most cases.
Pero incluso una leyenda al margen no basta. Si el legado clínico no fraguó la memoria del acto médico de futuras generaciones podría significar que lo vivido profesionalmente fue importante en determinado momento pero no trascendental.
Acaso los médicos necesitemos iconos para aplacar nuestro ego y apagar nuestras humanas miserias aparecidas bajo la forma de rencillas o pequeñas emboscadas, ya que en este panteón virtual ni son todos los que están ni están todos los que fueron, para usar una frase trillada. De injusticias históricas está plagado nuestro muestrario de héroes médicos. Soy testigo viviente de profesores que hicieron de medicine as close to a ministry and now his name is hidden by forgetfulness or at best, received a belated tribute to his deathbed. However, I know other idols with recognized clinical skills but with large macules in personal behavior, which in my opinion, makes them worthy of historical censorship. Suddenly, in some cases require the sieve of time to discern the substance of the accessory, and even today we read notes or studies that discuss the real value of the contribution of some of our heroes. And this is the great defect of Peruvian medicine, the rest in the oral tradition and the fleeting scent of flattery. Few if nulls are the written submissions which have seen the light and counted on the fingers that remain and have spread to property. Unfair result, because in reviewing the history of plagues, epidemics and health crises, there is a strong heritage hidden under the rust of time and forgetfulness.
Just recently when I asked what it takes to be a good doctor, I replied vocation, discipline and a proper sense of humanity. Talent is nothing, but as fate has not rewarded equally, in this race long range, which is a lifetime, not all arrive in the same way to transcend the professional level, some will only until the funeral, some by a handful of years, very few will advance through generations.
A that is what is called the apostolate, walking tirelessly exercising a vocation, but also leave written sources for the wind the years do not erase our footprints. To feel that no progress was made in vain.
Walking with pen and notepad, write, publish, to-do
