' I walk for 30 years against medical mistakes to '

The story behind our news: René Salah, medical journalist

Tune if I story when the hospital, hide the spokespersons are behind the privacy clause: we do not do About patients ' announcements '. They stick just the courteous tune that they find it very sad for the relatives.

So it goes always, almost no hospital. The average Communications Department has a herd of spokespersons that nothing says. That stings me, it is so at odds with the openness that they as they promote a new 3D treatment, or if there is a breakthrough in cancer research. Then I get welcomed with coffee and cake.

 Medici that initially frankly plead guilty in front of relatives or patients, keep moments later the jaws firmly on each other as a lawsuit threatens. The fear of claims is apparently included in the training.

Lifelong another horrific case: a nurse in training for her neonatology-note brings a catheter in the pick of a newborn. They encounter resistance, but continues. Poert to four times and right through the reflector in the mind's nose. The child doesn't love heavy injury to over and the family gets three caregivers per day across the floor. Lifelong, have them. But the name of the hospital is haas. Outrageous. Missed opportunity, because of errors you could learn ...

Medical mistakes, The Telegraph message there for 50 years, I walk there for thirty years. I completely agree with injured patients, they have my support. They are the weaker party. Awake I lie not of medical woes, though I wouldn't think how I get a complicated file on paper. I check a lot in my network of experts. And I am proud that in all those years I never had a summary judgment to have had my pants.

Blood Medical Journalism is my life, and then to think that I was almost prematurely pulled out because I do not against blood could ...

My work is heavy, I never do ' totally fun-news '. Diabetes, heart disease and cancer are my daily reality. But my box has meaning. Last called a grateful Telegraph reader who said, ' you saved my life with a publication about Lyme '. Then I smile. The man is so fragile, a virus is in a small corner. Take zika, horrible, those babies with misshapen skulls. That a mosquito this wreaks!

Airplane seat a few years ago I was patient, I had Hodgkin's, lymph node cancer. I lay weekly on the cures room for chemo, by half past nine to half past four to the drip, in such an airplane seat. One morning a nurse came in and said: ' you have a good day, Mr. Salah '. The chemo was so ' concentrated ' that it only took an hour and a half. So I was live to witness the rapid advancement of medical science.

Then I thought I never could write more about cancer, but the opposite is true. I tried always to live in and sat close to the skin of the patient. Now I crawl in the skin of the patient.

Readers call me with complaints, consult me colleagues. But I always say: go to your family doctor, I'm not a doctor. Even though I get, as it were, every day college. I'm a perpetual student medications.

Marie-Thérèse Roosendaal text by editorial Telegraph: Photo: Matty van wijnbergen