Acibadem Taksim Hospital Reviews

I was 24 weeks pregnant with twins and on a business trip in Istanbul when I experienced a sudden, terrifying gush of fluid. Rushed to Acibadem Taksim's emergency department in panic, I was met by Dr. Sidar, who had been called in urgently. Her calm authority immediately cut through the chaos. She diagnosed preterm premature rupture of membranes (PPROM) in one sac—a high-risk obstetric nightmare. Over the next 48 critical hours, she managed a delicate balancing act: administering steroids for lung development, antibiotics, and strict hospital monitoring while counseling my husband and me through every possible outcome with devastating honesty and compassion. She successfully prolonged the pregnancy by 5 crucial weeks. Our twins, born at 29 weeks, are now thriving in the NICU. Dr. Sidar navigated a medical and emotional minefield; she is the reason our family is whole.

My case was considered 'routine'—a laparoscopic myomectomy for symptomatic fibroids—but Dr. Sidar treated it with the focus of a complex surgery. During the pre-op consultation, she used a 3D model of my own uterus (from MRI scans) to show me exactly where the fibroids were and how she would remove them, preserving fertility. Her surgical precision was legendary; the incisions are minuscule. But what truly stunned me was the post-operative care. She visited me that evening, not just checking vitals but asking about pain levels on a scale she personally designed. She called me three days after discharge to discuss my pathology results. At my follow-up, she reviewed not just the healing, but my lifestyle and stress levels, connecting them to my gynecological health holistically. She turned a standard procedure into an exemplar of personalized, attentive medicine from start to long-term finish.

As a 72-year-old retired cartographer, my world was shrinking due to advanced cataracts that distorted colors and depth perception. Dr. Esgin didn't just restore my vision; he restored my ability to see the subtle gradients in my antique maps. During surgery, he explained he was using a specialized lens to correct my lifelong astigmatism too. The first thing I saw clearly was my wife's face after 50 years of marriage with blurred edges.

My 8-year-old daughter, a competitive junior archer, developed a rare form of uveitis that threatened her depth perception permanently. Dr. Esgin created a treatment plan involving precise steroid injections and immunosuppressive therapy, coordinating with her pediatric rheumatologist. He even visited her archery competition afterward. She just won her first regional tournament, aiming true again.

During a solo sailing expedition across the Aegean, I suffered a corneal laceration from a snapped line. Airlifted to Acibadem Taksim, Dr. Esgin performed emergency surgery at 2 AM. What amazed me was his follow-up: he video-called me weekly during my recovery in Greece, adjusting treatment remotely until I could return. The man treats oceans as if they're corridors.

I'm a 45-year-old perfume sommelier losing my sense of color due to undiagnosed glaucoma. Dr. Esgin discovered it during a routine check he insisted on when I mentioned 'lavender notes smelling grayer.' His micro-invasive glaucoma surgery preserved my remaining vision. Now I create fragrances inspired by his meticulous care—one called 'Precision' with crisp, clear notes.

My 82-year-old mother was diagnosed with metastatic colon cancer after a fall revealed unexpected lesions. Dr. Handan Onur Topuzlu approached her case not just as an oncologist, but as a geriatric specialist. She created a modified treatment plan that considered my mother's mild dementia and heart condition, using lower-dose oral chemotherapy that she could tolerate at home. What struck me most was how Dr. Topuzlu would kneel to eye level with my mother's wheelchair, speaking slowly in Turkish about her garden rather than just medical terms. The tumors have remarkably shrunk by 40% in four months, and my mother's quality of life has actually improved—she's back tending her roses. At Acibadem Taksim, they treated the whole person, not just the scan.

Our 7-year-old daughter's recurrent fevers turned out to be a rare pediatric sarcoma behind her kidney. The terror we felt is indescribable. Dr. Topuzlu met us in the emergency department at 11 PM, still in her coat from home, and immediately coordinated with pediatric surgeons. She explained the complex immunotherapy protocol using dinosaur analogies our daughter could understand—calling the drugs 'dinosaur soldiers fighting monster cells.' During the six-month treatment, she noticed our daughter's anxiety about needle procedures and arranged for a child life specialist to be present every time. Yesterday, we got the all-clear scan. Dr. Topuzlu didn't just save our child; she preserved her childhood through the process.

As a 45-year-old researcher with BRCA2 mutation, my 'routine surveillance' at Acibadem Taksim turned urgent when Dr. Topuzlu spotted a subtle change in my breast MRI that two other centers had dismissed. She personally walked my images to the radiology department for a second read, then designed a preventive surgical oncology plan that felt paradoxically aggressive yet conservative—removing tissue but preserving aesthetics through immediate reconstruction coordination. Her approach was fiercely analytical, presenting me with decision trees and survival statistics, yet profoundly human when she acknowledged the emotional weight of choosing surgery over watchful waiting. Twelve months post-procedure, I'm cancer-free and grateful for a doctor who treats vigilance as both science and art.

My husband's glioblastoma recurrence coincided with Istanbul's massive earthquake last year. Amid hospital evacuations and chaos at Acibadem Taksim, Dr. Topuzlu organized an emergency treatment station in the parking garage, continuing his infusion by battery-powered pumps while aftershocks rattled equipment. She secured last-minute trial access to a targeted therapy from Germany when supply chains collapsed, calling in personal favors at 3 AM. But beyond crisis medicine, she recognized our trauma—offering her personal mobile number to our displaced family, and later connecting us with post-disaster counseling. He lived nine meaningful months longer than predicted. Some doctors practice medicine; Dr. Topuzlu practices humanity in its rawest form, especially when systems fail.

My 82-year-old father, Ahmet, fell in the bazaar and hit his head. By the time we reached Acıbadem Taksim, he was confused. Dr. Hande Bolat was like a calm commander in the storm. She didn't just order a CT scan; she held his hand, called him 'dede' (grandpa), and explained everything to him in simple terms even in his disoriented state. She spotted a small subdural hematoma we were ready to dismiss. Her decision for overnight observation instead of immediate intervention felt like a calculated gamble, but she was right. By morning, he was lucid. She didn't treat a scan; she treated my father. Her blend of sharp emergency protocol and profound humanity is something I've never witnessed in an ER.

Our 7-year-old, Elif, swallowed a small toy battery during a birthday party panic. The next 45 minutes were the longest of our lives. Dr. Bolat met us at the ambulance entrance. Her energy was focused, immediate, but she knelt to Elif's level first. 'Merhaba, ben Hande. Şu küçük misafiri çıkaralım mı?' (Hello, I'm Hande. Shall we take out that little guest?). She turned a terrifying procedure into a mission for my daughter. In the procedure room, she narrated each step to Elif like a story. No time was wasted, yet there was no rush. The battery was out in what felt like seconds. She then spent 20 minutes with us, showing us the X-rays, explaining the possible tissue damage timeline, and giving us a follow-up plan. This wasn't trauma care; it was trauma prevention, delivered with the care of a pediatrician.

I'm a freelance photographer, and I came in for what I thought was a severe migraine after a 3-day shoot—just needed strong painkillers. Dr. Bolat took one look at me, asked about the 'quality' of the pain (a question no one had ever asked), and did a swift neurological exam in her triage area. Her suspicion was immediate: thunderclap headache. She bypassed the queue for a lumbar puncture herself. It revealed a small subarachnoid bleed. I was in surgery within two hours. She visited me in the ICU post-op, not during rounds, but later, with a printout of my brain scan. 'This is where it was. You're going to be fine. Your camera is waiting.' She saved my life because she listened to the story my pain was telling, not the story I was telling her.

Following a complex motorcycle accident where I had multiple orthopedic surgeries, I developed a persistent, high fever and delirium. Other specialists were focused on their own domains. Dr. Bolat, who handled my initial resuscitation, was called back. She reviewed everything—the surgery notes, the meds, the wound cultures—and then did something simple: she examined the IV line in my neck herself. 'Source control,' she said quietly. She suspected a line infection seeding to my spine. A targeted MRI confirmed a spinal epidural abscess. Her cross-disciplinary thinking in the ER bridged the gaps between the surgeons. She coordinated the new treatment plan, speaking the language of each specialty. She didn't just manage an emergency; she managed the emergency within the larger emergency of my recovery. Her mind connects dots others don't even see on the page.

A 28-year-old female competitive freediver from Antalya presented with recurrent episodes of transient global amnesia following deep dives. Dr. Yüce discovered an unusual vascular anomaly where increased intracranial pressure during ascents caused temporary hippocampal ischemia. Instead of surgery, he designed a novel, gradual decompression protocol in collaboration with hyperbaric specialists, allowing her to return to professional diving within six months with modified techniques.

A 72-year-old retired calligraphy master from Konya developed progressive hand tremors misdiagnosed as Parkinson's. Dr. Yüce identified a rare arachnoid cyst compressing the motor cortex. He performed a minimally endoscopic fenestration using intraoperative neuro-navigation calibrated to preserve fine motor pathways critical for his art. The patient regained steady hand control and completed his final masterpiece three months post-operation.

An 8-year-old Syrian refugee boy with untreated hydrocephalus from infancy had a head circumference of 68cm. Social services brought him to Acıbadem Taksim. Dr. Yüce coordinated a pro bono multidisciplinary case, performing a complex VP shunt placement after staged CSF drainage. The child's cognitive functions improved dramatically over eighteen months, and he began attending a specialized integration school.

A 45-year-old Istanbul ferry captain presented with sudden onset musical hallucinations—hearing only Ottoman military marches. Imaging revealed a small cavernoma in the right temporal lobe. Dr. Yüce utilized awake craniotomy with real-time auditory mapping, resecting the lesion while preserving essential hearing pathways. The hallucinations ceased immediately; the captain returned to navigating the Bosphorus within eight weeks.

Dr. dr Kürşat Gül provided exceptional care for my pain management condition. The treatment was personalized and effective.

My family and I are grateful for the care we received from Dr. dr Akil Tepecik. The hospital staff was also very supportive.