Prof. M.D. Deniz Tuna Edizer

I'm an 82-year-old retired teacher who had completely lost my sense of smell for three years. Multiple doctors told me it was just aging. Dr. Edizer was different. He spent 45 minutes asking about my gardening, my cooking, even what my late husband's cologne smelled like. He discovered a complex nasal polyp structure through advanced imaging others hadn't ordered. After his meticulous endoscopic surgery, I woke up to the scent of hospital disinfectant and cried—it was beautiful. He calls me every month to ask what new smells I've discovered. Last week, I smelled rain on dry earth for the first time in years.

Our 4-year-old daughter had recurrent ear infections that made her miserable. We'd seen three ENTs who just prescribed antibiotics. Dr. Edizer got on the floor with her toy dinosaurs before even examining her. He explained to HER (in dinosaur terms) about 'ear caves getting swampy.' His patience was incredible—he used a tiny camera she could watch on screen. We opted for tubes, and the procedure felt like a celebration—he had dinosaur stickers on his instruments. At follow-up, she brought him a drawing of 'Dr. Dino fixing ears.' He framed it in his office. Life-changing approach to pediatric care.

I arrived at Acibadem Atakent at midnight with a fishbone lodged in my throat after a disastrous dinner. The emergency ENT on call was Dr. Edizer. What could have been a simple extraction became complex when the bone had perforated near a blood vessel. Instead of rushing, he calmly showed me the imaging, explained the vascular anatomy in clear terms, and performed what he called 'micro-surgical retrieval' under local anesthesia. He sang Turkish folk songs softly during the procedure to keep me calm. At 3 AM, he was calling a colleague to consult on the closure technique. The follow-up care included personalized dietary plans based on my cooking habits. Emergency medicine with an artist's precision.

As a 30-year-old professional singer, I noticed subtle vocal fatigue. Dr. Edizer didn't just look at my vocal cords—he analyzed my breathing patterns, my posture on stage, even my hydration habits. He collaborated with my voice coach remotely, designing a unique regimen involving specific humidification techniques and vocal exercises based on my repertoire. During the stroboscopy, he had me sing scales from my upcoming performance. His diagnosis: early vascular changes from improper breath support. His treatment prevented what could have been career-ending damage. He now consults with our theater company—a doctor who understands that for some patients, their instrument is their life.