Prof. M.D. Mustafa Parildar

As a 78-year-old with a failing kidney and a deep fear of hospitals, I arrived at Acibadem Izmir Kent trembling. My local doctor said my renal artery was nearly blocked. Dr. Mustafa Parildar didn't just see a scan; he saw me—the anxious woman clutching her purse. He explained the angioplasty in such gentle, visual terms, comparing the stent to a tiny spring opening a garden hose. The procedure itself was in a room that felt more like a quiet tech lab than an OR. I was awake but felt nothing but slight pressure. When he showed me the 'after' image of blood flowing freely again, I cried. Three months later at follow-up, my kidney function is the best it's been in years. He gave me more time with my grandchildren.

Our 8-year-old son, Ali, had a vascular malformation in his leg that made it swell painfully after soccer. Pediatricians were stumped. Dr. Parildar's approach was a masterclass in calming a scared child. He didn't talk to us over Ali's head; he knelt down, showed him cartoon-like diagrams of 'superhero tubes' (blood vessels) that needed a little help. For the embolization, they let Ali bring his stuffed dinosaur into the angiography suite. The doctor narrated the entire process like an adventure story. The procedure was precise and quick. Ali was home the next day, complaining about missing TV, not pain. At our last check, the swelling is gone. Dr. Parildar treated the child, not just the condition, with incredible skill and heart.

Mine was not a planned visit. I was rushed to Acibadem Izmir Kent after a severe car accident with a lacerated liver and internal bleeding. The trauma surgeon said I needed an emergency embolization to stop the bleeding or I'd go straight to major surgery. Dr. Parildar was called in the middle of the night. There was no time for lengthy explanations, just calm, decisive action. In the IR suite, his team moved with a quiet, urgent efficiency. He managed to catheterize the precise bleeding artery and block it with tiny particles. It felt surreal—saving an organ through a pinprick in my groin. He visited me in ICU the next morning, explaining what he'd done. His intervention is the only reason I still have my liver and avoided a massive operation. The man is a quiet genius in a crisis.

I'm a 42-year-old software engineer with a rare, slow-growing neuroendocrine tumor in my pancreas. It required a highly specialized, targeted therapy called Radioembolization (SIRT). Dr. Parildar spent over an hour with my wife and me, mapping out the entire process on a tablet: the preliminary mapping angiography, the physics of the radioactive microspheres, the safety protocols. His knowledge was breathtakingly deep, yet he never made us feel rushed. The complex, two-part procedure was executed flawlessly. What stood out was his meticulousness in follow-up. He didn't just order a PET scan; he personally correlated the images with the pre-procedure maps, showing us exactly how the treatment had targeted the tumor while sparing healthy tissue. He manages to be both a brilliant technician and a deeply human physician.