My own liver patients, written up and published
Twenty three people I treated in Beirut, my name first on the paper, including the ones that went badly. It is free to open and free to read.

Often there is.
It is the whole of what I do.
Which one is yours?
Not one of mine? I will tell you that, and where to go.
A question costs you a message. Nothing is decided today.


Who I am
I studied medicine at the American University of Beirut, trained in radiology in New York and in Pittsburgh, worked in the United States for a while, and then I came home.




Today I practise at Clemenceau Medical Center and at Saint George, both in Beirut.
The five
Most people who write to me are dealing with one of these five.
They gave you a date. They told you the fibroid comes out and the uterus goes with it. You have had your children, so nobody expected you to mind.
Asking me costs you a message. You keep your date.
Your uterus stays where it is. So do the small ones, and that matters more than it sounds. Cut out the big fibroid and the small ones grow into its place. Closing the road closes it to all of them, on the same afternoon.
A woman called the programme with surgery booked in ten days, like yours, and asked me for something I had to refuse her. Watch me say no.
Read the whole of it, in his words Ask me about fibroids on WhatsAppIt comes to my phone. I read it myself.
You know the number. Three, some nights four. Nobody has asked you for it.
You agree to nothing by writing to me. Nothing is decided today.
Here is the thing most men are too polite to ask me, and I am not lowering my voice. Your friend is right about his own operation.
I was filmed explaining this one on television, and the segment sits on my hospital’s channel. Arab Hospital Magazine interviewed me about it in June 2023.
Read the whole of it, in his words Ask me about the prostate on WhatsAppIt comes to my phone. I read it myself.
A doctor pressed on your left side, asked you to cough, and said not to worry. Or a report came back with bad numbers and somebody said varicocele and operation in one breath.
You can write without deciding anything. Nobody is examined for asking.
If it is the ache: blood sitting where it should not, and when the vein is closed the evenings change first.
If you are the other man, you did not come about a sperm count. You came because it has been two years and something has finally been named. It is real, and I can close it. If it turns out this was not your answer, that does not mean there is no answer.
What I can show you is not about varicocele. I sat in an MTV studio taking live calls from strangers, on air, about their bodies. Whatever you type to me is less than that.
Read the whole of it, in his words Ask me about varicocele on WhatsAppIt comes to my phone. I read it myself.
Somebody told your father his tumour cannot be cut out, then said a long word you wrote down, almost certainly radioembolization. That one is mine.
Writing to me books nothing. And no, livers are not a line on a list here. I published my own liver patients in 2020, twenty three of them, treated in Beirut, free to read tonight, including the ones that went badly.
Where it works best is narrow: one tumour, no bigger than about eight centimetres, still inside the liver. There, nearly nine of every ten shrank, and some of those people reached a surgery or a transplant they had been refused.
MTV Lebanon put me on air, live, and I explained this treatment to the country. You can watch me do it.
Read the whole of it, in his words Ask me about the liver on WhatsAppIt comes to my phone. I read it myself.
Heaviest by the evening, worst on the days you were on your feet, worse the week before your period. It does not show on a scan of your womb.
Writing to me starts nothing. You do not have to tell me six years to ask one question.
Your scans came back normal because a scan of the uterus is not a scan of the veins. They answer different questions, and nobody has asked yours. I look at the veins themselves. Either they are leaking or they are not. That is a finding, not an opinion.
Whatever happens, you leave with a scan of your own veins and an answer about them. That is the thing nobody has given you yet.
Read the whole of it, in his words Ask me about pelvic pain on WhatsAppIt comes to my phone. I read it myself.
On record
Twenty three people I treated in Beirut, my name first on the paper, including the ones that went badly. It is free to open and free to read.
I am listed in the Department of Radiology in their catalogue for 2006, and again for 2009. Anyone can open it.
Ask me
Hello Dr Yammine, I would like to ask about
It comes to my phone. I read it myself.
A question costs you a message. Nothing is decided today.