Dr. Ahmadian

12 January 2025

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We have many good Drs. At the Surrey Memorial Hospital, Dr. Do is not one of them. His team missed a metastatic disease in our patient. He told us to decide if we wanted to go with chemo or we didn’t. He never gives you a suggestion and always lets you decide without enough information in the dark. Through a friend, we became aware of the metastases that he missed and decided to go with chemo. However, Dr Do did not answer our calls (multiple times) or emails (I made sure he received them via his secretary) for 3 months. Our patient ended up in the emergency room with horrible seizures due to brain metastasis. She is going to lose her job because of the complications of Dr. Do’s negligence.

Jenny

12 February 2025

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Dr. Do was my mother’s oncologist, and our experience with him was deeply disappointing. He was consistently an hour late for appointments and never returned calls. When my mother was hospitalized, he was completely unavailable, leaving emergency doctors to ask me about her condition because they couldn’t reach him. When I finally managed to speak with him, he was unprepared and had not reviewed my mother’s test results or imaging. Despite my repeated requests for a second opinion, he only made the referral when it was too late. Avoid him—he lacks the dedication and responsibility needed to care for your loved ones

Amita Kumar

30 September 2026

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My father had cancer. Dr. Do was his oncologist.

At an appointment, Dr. Do told my father that he had approximately six months to one year to live.

He said this with a scoff.

My father was understandably shocked and asked whether there had been a mistake.

Dr. Do laughed and told him there was no mistake.

I was sitting there watching my father hear, for the first time, that he was going to die.

That moment has never left me.

My father is now dead. And when I think back on his illness, this is one of the moments that comes back to me with extraordinary clarity: my father asking if there had been a mistake, and the oncologist laughing and telling him there had not.

That is what I remember.

There was no gentle preparation for the news. No compassion that I experienced. No meaningful discussion with us about how to process what we had just been told. When my father and our family needed guidance about chemotherapy, we were not given a clear recommendation about what chemotherapy to pursue. We were told that his secretaries would give us two handouts on the way out.

Two handouts.

We had just been told that my father might have only months to live.

Then we left.

I have spent a long time trying to understand how that moment could have happened the way it did. I understand that oncologists have to deliver devastating news. I understand that cancer care is difficult. I also understand that a prognosis is not a guarantee and that treatment decisions can be medically complex.

None of that changes what happened in that room.

My father was a human being being told that his life was coming to an end.

He was someone’s father.

He was my father.

And I will never forget watching him receive that news in that way.

My father eventually died from his cancer. I cannot go back and change that appointment. I cannot give him another chance to hear those words with compassion, dignity, and care.

But I can tell the truth about what I witnessed.

The worst thing a person can hear is that they are dying. The second thing a family has to live with is the memory of how that news was delivered.

For me, that memory is my father asking, “Was there a mistake?”

And Dr. Do laughing and telling him no.

My father is gone.

That moment is still with me.

I will carry it for the rest of my life.