I stand on the shelf and watch a picture of 2 women and 2 children 10 years old, a boy and a girl, with bags. One of the women cries, “Daughter, give your bag to Andrew, he’s a boy and you’re a princess.”
The second woman replied-Marine, we are not from your kingdom.
The Syndrome of Our Family
In the autumn of 2011, my father was about to die. Because I am tired of suffering. Eight months before this, one doctor took an inattentive look at the X-ray, the other also made an inattentive diagnosis. In the end...
As a result, after a couple of operations in Baranovich and Brest, it only got worse.
"By November I will die, the earth is soft, it is not difficult to dig the grave," the father reassured.
“Warm up,” I agreed, “I’ll hire the miners tomorrow.
And he put on the ears of all whom he knew and whom he did not know.
In the end, I was accepted by the God of thoracic surgery, Doctor of Medical Sciences, Professor of the 1st Department of Surgical Diseases of the Belarusian State Medical University, Honored Doctor of the Republic of Belarus Leonovich Sergey Ivanovich.
Very friendly, friendly and absolutely easy to communicate:
“Don’t worry, Andrew, I’ll cure my father. There is no treatment for this disease, but we will deal with it. I give the word.
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A year passed.
The year (!) With weeks of breaks, my father failed in the hospital. Five operations, hundreds of inspections and bandages.
During this time, I met all the doctors, nurses and healthcare workers. Even the guards passed by without asking. They knew I was going to the thoracic department.
And in November 2012, he personally threw shoes into the urn:
Father, we went home. You will not return here anymore. The doctors promised.
So it went. Father lives and lives, often remembering those who saved his life. We regret only one thing – I didn’t have time to thank Sergei Ivanovich again. He died shortly after his father’s release. He kept his word and left. The bright memory.
But his successor, not once operated his father, also a doctor of science and professor, I call at least once a year:
Anatoly Antonovich, Happy Birthday to you!
Hi dear, thank you very much. As a father?
He lives and lives, greetings to you.
By the way, say that he is a celebrity in the department. We have the term “Avey syndrome” for cases where there is no method of treatment.
“I’t want to be so famous, but once you decided so, I shuddered.
- They decided, they decided, - laughed the professor, - go to visit, I have not seen you for a long time.
I will definitely ride. To say thank you again.
All employees of the 1st department of surgical diseases of the Belarusian State Medical University, doctors, nurses and healthcare providers of the thoracic and purulent thoracic departments of the 10th city clinical hospital of Minsk.
Thank you and a low gift.
PS, diagnosis, if briefly and simply - a huge tumor in the lung area. The description in the excerpt is two paragraphs, I don't think anyone is interested in it
Author: Andrey Avdey
I had a friend when I was a child, studied in the same class. So any of his enthusiasm was perceived negatively by his parents.
Like all the children of the 90s, we played the console, the parents’ reaction: you ruin your eyes, you get dull, you stop playing. I loved to read fantasy, fantasy, reaction: that you read for a mud, from such a maculature you just get dumb. Walking a long time with friends: why can you do so much on the street? Sit at home. Enchanted with role-playing games (Gusars, keep silent! Do you run there with sticks in the woods?
Two things were encouraged: sitting behind textbooks and doing homework. The ideal day: went to school, returned, washed all the dishes after lunch, cleaned up the house before the arrival of parents from work (there is nothing to noise with the vacuum cleaner), did lessons, did extra work, went to bed.
After school, the boy broke up with his parents and went with the girl to another region. He does not communicate with my family as far as I know. But the bad work did not ruin his childhood.