How I Became a Medical Tourist

I’ve always loved to travel. As a child, it was pretty much the only time we got to eat fast food, so I associated french fries with adventure. As I grew older, it was a sign of my adult status that I could choose to go someplace new just because I wanted to, and nobody could tell my mother what I did there (even if what I mostly did was eat fast food). Still later we claimed we were exposing our children to art and nature, but somehow these trips involved a lot of McDonalds fries. Yes, you CAN get them at Versailles. Don’t judge us.)

But I can honestly say that traveling for medical treatment is a new development for me. I think it started with our last India trip before the pandemic, in January 2020.

My visit to India had been planned for months for early January. Then I woke up on Christmas Eve with a toothache. By Christmas Day, there was a swelling the size of a walnut in my mouth, but no boats from Arran, our little Scottish island, were going to the mainland that day. When I finally made it to my dentist in Glasgow, he confirmed my second-worst fear**: I needed two root canals. But it would be months before I could get it done via the NHS, and all the private specialists I tried had offices closed until the second week of January.

**[No, this was not my WORST fear. He had already been elected President of the United States some years before. It really helps to keep things in perspective…]

When I told my dentist about our upcoming India trip, he was delighted. “You’re so lucky! India has some of the best dental care in the world,” he told me. “Just get it done there.”

I told him I hadn’t been in the habit of considering double root canals a good luck sign, but I’d give it a shot. My friend Jaya recommended a brother’s daughter’s husband with a popular practice in Mumbai. Dr. Hingorani instantly gave me a family appointment and assured me they would fit follow-up appointments around our itinerary. Now that’s India!

That’s how the first morning of our India trip found us sharing breakfast in Mumbai with Dr. Hingorani and his wife before we were whisked downstairs to his clinic for my ‘lucky’ double root canal. My favorite part was the state of the art X-ray machine, whose soothing voice-over recording asked me to close my eyes, played a jaunty tune during the scan, and then told me it was all done. The machine finished by congratulating me on doing a good job of holding still with my eyes closed (a life skill developed early thanks to my father’s conviction that using the brakes on California’s twisty mountain roads would wear them out.)

A few hours later, our driver picked us up and we were on the road for a ten-hour drive to Aurangabad and adventure. I couldn’t feel half my face, was certain I was drooling, and popped ibuprofen like they were M&Ms, so details of that drive are a bit fuzzy.

But I do remember a few things about the trip. There were unexpected sights such as the roadside food mall where we stopped for lunch. In addition to the usual Indian food vendors, it held a Starbucks (awesome Western toilets!), Kentucky Fried Chicken, Baskin-Robbins, Subway, and… a McDonalds with french fries I could not eat, but that clearly meant vacation.

To my surprise, some things I remembered from earlier India trips, I didn’t see this time. Not only were there no cows on the freeway, but we didn’t see the usual lineup of men casually using the roadside as toilets, while the piles of plastic rubbish we’d come to expect along the roads had virtually disappeared as well. Jaya explained how Indian government initiatives had built over thirty million toilets over the past few years, while others discouraged plastic use. (There are steep fines in some cities like Mumbai for even carrying a single-use plastic bag!)

Loud enough to wake us (and perhaps the recently deceased), a wedding band piped us out of the hotel drive in early morning.

At our next hotel in Pune, we drove in past one wedding in progress on the front lawn. The lobby was full of gorgeously dressed guests, while the attendant who carried our bags told me there were up to five weddings going on simultaneously. He said it was not at all uncommon for guests to attend an entire wedding, give over their gift, and not realize they had been at the wrong wedding until afterwards.

Another thing that has changed in the past few years is the intensity of demand for pictures with foreigners. In an India where everyone has a mobile phone and most have internet access, the polite and even shy requests for photos we encountered our first trip ten years ago have grown into insistence that borders on stalking.

Of course, some things haven’t changed yet. In cities, beggars still knock on your car window and hold up their children. If you work up the nerve to cross a street in any major city, you still have to look in ALL the directions, watch out for the cows, and be careful where you step. And unless you want to experience India’s world-class medical expertise up close and personal, you still shouldn’t drink the water.

But if you want to see an India full of stunning historical and artistic treasures, you’re in luck. You’ll find western toilets along the way, on-demand drivers to get you there, and familiar fast food choices. And, as the rest of the world is noticing with increasing frequency, you will find a country with spectacular medical resources at bargain prices. You can get a terrific root canal, amazing food, and all the photos with total strangers you ever/never wanted.

Has India changed? Well, a little girl from a small town in India can grow up, go to the States to attend the University of Chicago, and share a flat with two friends. Half a century later, the three can all meet up in India every year, to travel, search for toilets, explore antiquities, and watch the future unfold. And squeeze in a bit of medical tourism as well.

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Please see my next blog post for more of my medical tourist adventures.