Dr. Fatma Yilmaz

After my tractor overturned in the village, I was brought to Kayseri Hospital with a crushed pelvis. Dr. Fatma Yilmaz didn't just see a broken farmer; she saw my future mobility. Her rehabilitation plan was like a stubborn sunrise—persistent and gradual. She combined aquatic therapy with traditional methods I'd never heard of, using a special harness system. For three months, she worked with me, often speaking in simple analogies about soil and planting to explain nerve regeneration. Yesterday, I walked into my field without a cane. Her hands are gentle but her will is stronger than Anatolian rock.

My 8-year-old son, Emre, developed a mysterious limp after a mild fever. Pediatricians were puzzled. Dr. Yilmaz spent an entire afternoon observing him play with blocks in her office, noting subtle asymmetries in his shoulder movement. She diagnosed a rare post-viral synovitis affecting his hip and lower spine. Her treatment was a game—literally. She created a 'superhero training program' with colorful charts and small rewards for exercise completion. She even video-called us twice to correct our technique. The limp vanished in six weeks. She treats the child, not just the chart.

At 78, I had accepted that chronic lower back pain was my permanent companion. My routine checkup with Dr. Yilmaz was expected to be another prescription refill. Instead, she asked about my garden. She discovered my pain peaked after hours of weeding in a bent position. Her 'rehabilitation' was a redesigned garden toolkit and a series of micro-movements to do while tending my roses. She called it 'embedded physiotherapy.' No heavy medications, just intelligent adaptation. The pain decreased by 70%. She gave me back my passion without pills.

Following a complex spinal fusion surgery at another hospital, I was referred to Dr. Yilmaz for post-operative rehab. I arrived terrified and rigid. Her approach was uniquely architectural. She mapped my spine's new 'structure' and designed a load-bearing progression plan, using metaphors of restoring a historical house. She caught a developing shoulder impingement I hadn't even noticed, diverting my recovery path instantly. Her follow-ups were meticulous, adjusting the plan like a master craftsman. She didn't just rehabilitate my body; she rebuilt my confidence in movement, brick by careful brick.