M.D. Yaser Süleymanoğlu Reviews

My 92-year-old grandmother, Fatma, was admitted with severe dehydration and confusion. Dr. Süleymanoğlu didn't just treat the numbers on her chart—he sat by her bed, held her hand, and spoke to her in the gentle village dialect she remembered from childhood. He discovered her diuretic medication was interacting with her herbal tea regimen, something five previous doctors had missed. His approach was like watching a master watchmaker—each tiny adjustment to her seven medications was precise and deliberate. At Acıbadem Kadıköy, he coordinated with cardiology and nephrology without ego, always putting Nene's comfort first. She's now tending her balcony roses again, and calls him 'my young mountain' (dağ gibi delikanlı).

As an expat software developer with mysterious recurrent fevers for 8 months, I'd become a medical tourist across three countries. Dr. Yaser approached my case like a cryptographic puzzle. Instead of another invasive test, he spent 45 minutes mapping my travel history against a world disease map on his tablet. He pinpointed a brucellosis exposure from unpasteurized cheese in Eastern Anatolia two years prior—confirmed by the specialized test he ordered. His explanation was so clear he drew the bacterial mechanism on his prescription pad. The treatment was rigorous, but his WhatsApp check-ins at odd hours (knowing my insomnia) made me feel monitored in Istanbul, London, and Berlin. He didn't just cure an infection; he ended my diagnostic odyssey.

Our 6-year-old son, Deniz, was admitted after a swimming pool accident with secondary pneumonia. Dr. Süleymanoğlu has this rare duality—clinical precision with almost paternal warmth. He diagnosed a rare post-immersion electrolyte imbalance that the ER had overlooked. During night rounds, he brought Deniz a stuffed octopus 'to help with breathing exercises' and showed him how the lungs work using a balloon. He modified all communication to cartoon metaphors ('the germ pirates are losing!'). What stunned us was his 3 AM personal review of the microbiology report, calling the lab to request extended cultures. His discharge instructions included hand-drawn diagrams for chest physiotherapy. We've since switched our entire family to his care—he treats children not as small adults, but as complete beings.

I'm a commercial fisherman with a neglected leg wound that turned necrotic. Dr. Yaser met me in the ER smelling of sea salt and diesel, didn't flinch, and immediately called vascular surgery. During my complex debridement and graft, he served as 'medical conductor'—present in the OR not as surgeon but as internal medicine sentinel, monitoring my systemic response. Post-op, he designed a novel antibiotic rotation based on Istanbul port water bacterial profiles. His follow-up was relentless: daily wound photography, nutrition plans for healing at sea, and a waterproof dressing protocol he tested himself. He even consulted an infectious disease colleague in Marseille about marine pathogens. I've returned to my boat, and he still checks my tide schedule for appointments. This man understands that medicine must adapt to the patient's life, not the reverse.