Greetings, dear readers!
I want to tell the story of a girl whose life was interrupted at the age of thirteen. About a girl who fought till the end against the deadly disease, to win which, unfortunately, she couldn't...
Despite the fact that since then many years have passed, I changed her name not to accidentally open the wound in the heart of her parents, if they see my story on the Internet.
It was March 1995...
At the same time, when was this story, I was together with my four year old son in the same regional innovation center of Krasnodar city, where he passed tests to confirm the diagnosis.
It was used to treat children from serious diseases, including cancer, and problems with blood clotting.
The first thing I saw, it was the children, pale, with frightened eyes, and lubricated with "blue" lips - I was shocked when I first saw the little patients of this hospital. I soon didn't notice it because my day was filled with events, and there was a lot that was much worse than the blurred faces of the children.
Everything that happened during my month stay in this hospital, I will not tell. Hardly anyone will be able to invest in the story, all that can happen here. So I'm going to talk only about the mother, the same girl whose image was stored in my memory for so many years.
I know man, years chat, and only stands to lose, and everything to say nothing about it to remember.
The girl I spoke only half a day, how much she spent in our house after she was transferred from intensive care, and until she left with her parents home for the weekend. Yes, even a couple of hours I saw her after returning to the hospital when it was sent back to intensive care.
None of us never saw her, only from time to time to our house came her mother told news concerning the health of her daughter.
Remembering every time those hours spent with her, I'm still surprised that I remember this beauty as a doll, a girl whose pretty face does not spoil the absence of any hair, as the hair on the head after several courses of chemotherapy she was not.
To say that we were talking about something extraordinary? Also - no. Just talked about life, about diseases and their treatment, but most of all about how she's glad she was sent home to the families and classmates, whom she had not seen for several months. She downright glowed with happiness, looking forward to your upcoming trip, talked about what she might see on the way home, and that she was finally going to see the sea is located on the shore of her native village.
There was a moment when her question caught me by surprise, to put into a stupor. When she asked why tell her that she had only anemia, but almost always keep in the intensive care unit to go home on vacation and can't even translate in usual chamber.
Of course, I tried to explain to her that she just has a weakened immune system just to protect her from various infections, and, Yes, anemia is not very dangerous. Silent I, of course, that the disease has many varieties, among which are those that are considered incurable. In addition, the fact that she in addition to anemia, and can, instead it was cancer, suggests that she is undergoing chemotherapy.
Don't know whether to believe my young companion to me, or not, but the conversation turned to more pleasant subject.
Monday morning I saw her briefly. This time, as a rule, ordered for tests and treatment.
When we finally got back, Mary is again transferred to the intensive care unit. Her labs over the weekend, has deteriorated sharply.
Wednesday in the middle of the day came with tears in the eyes of the girl's mother. Our questions first, just waved, and then, in tears, said that doctors are powerless to help her daughter left to live only a few hours.
We have the whole house as he could, trying to calm her down, knowing that any words will be powerless. Anyway, told her not to appear in front of the child in this form, it is impossible to let her know what's going on. At these words the woman again burst into tears and said that her daughter, despite her young age, understood everything and asked my mother not to cry, and to invite the priest. The Church was directly behind the fence of the clinic.
Later in the evening, she asked mom to pray with her. After a few hours she was gone...
I was struck by the courageous calm, the total lack of fear with which she left this world. What's more, it as he could, comforted his mother.
It was not the only sad case in a month which I spent with my son at the clinic. And it would be much more if not for the help of one of the famous performers of the Soviet songs, which opened near the clinic, your pharmacy, free released expensive drugs for sick children. Requiring messages or disposition, limited only by the bell or the usual note from the attending physician, the staff of the pharmacy released medicines, the cost of which sometimes reaches up to one million rubles, the mother's children. And they in turn were willing to pray for his benefactor, for his selfless help, which saved the lives of their children.
Unfortunately, not all, but the parents were grateful that at least I had the chance to save their children.
Unfortunately, over the years, the status of the treatment of seriously ill children at the state level and remained somewhere, at the level of the nineties, while the number of children needing expensive treatment, increasing each time. And increasingly, we hear the request of their parents for help on TV or in social networks.
I am proud that in our country there are many kind and compassionate people who help sick children by sending your donation short numbers or by transferring money to the account of the parents of these children or directly to charitable organizations that then distribute the collected funds among the registered children they have.
I, too, can participate in this. But I would like to help sick children was not only a case of ordinary citizens, was resolved primarily at the state level.
Thank you for your attention, see you next time!