Op. MD. Neset Gumusburun

After 12 years of unexplained infertility and four failed IVF attempts elsewhere, we came to Dr. Gumusburun as our last hope. What struck me first was how he spent 90 minutes reviewing our entire medical history, he noticed a subtle pattern in my hormone levels everyone else had missed. His approach wasn't just medical; he asked about our daily stress, sleep patterns, even my husband's work schedule. The surgery he recommended (a precise laparoscopic ovarian drilling) felt daunting, but he explained it using simple drawings. Today, I'm holding my 3-month-old daughter. He didn't just treat my ovaries; he treated our dream.

I'm 68 and was terrified when post-menopausal bleeding started. My previous doctor dismissed it as 'probably nothing,' but the anxiety was eating me alive. Dr. Gumusburun's nurse scheduled me within 48 hours. During the hysteroscopy, he narrated everything in a calm voice, 'Now we're looking at the left wall, very clean tissue here.' He found and removed a small polyp right then. But here's what mattered most: after the pathology came back benign, he called me himself at 7 PM. 'Mrs. Ayşe,' he said, 'you can sleep peacefully tonight.' For an elderly woman living alone, that call was better than any medicine.

Our 14-year-old daughter developed severe pelvic pain that kept her from school. Pediatricians were puzzled. Dr. Gumusburun met her without me first (with her consent), saying 'Teens deserve private conversations too.' He diagnosed endometriosis, rare at her age, but instead of jumping to surgery, he created a 3-month plan with a pediatric pain specialist and a dietitian. He emailed her educational cartoons about her condition. At our last visit, he high-fived her for managing a full school week pain-free. He treated her like a whole person, not just a reproductive system in development.

I arrived at Medical Park Tokat hemorrhaging at 18 weeks pregnant. The ER team stabilized me, but Dr. Gumusburun was the one who knelt by the gurney, held my hand, and said, 'The bleeding is from a low-lying placenta. We need to act fast, but I need you to breathe with me first.' He performed an emergency cervical cerclage while explaining each step to my husband over speakerphone. For the next 10 weeks, I was on hospital bedrest. He visited twice daily, not just checks, but bringing research articles to distract me. When our son was born viable at 28 weeks, he cried with us. This wasn't routine care; it was medical guardianship through a crisis.