We had a patient, a 97 year old grandmother. As I admired her, there were no words.



Imagine, 97 years old, an absolutely reasonable, adequate person, with a sense of humor and amazing willpower. In the second week of our arrival, she suddenly got sick in the stomach at night, her ulcer was perforated, she had to wait for a surgeon from another hospital, then her husband to be transported to the surgical hospital. She went to the hall in order not to interfere with the sleep of the neighbors, quietly and quietly occasionally settled, still joking, tricked: "Oh, it hurts! Oh I give birth! I’m probably giving birth to twins...” and she told us, “Girls, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”



A wonderful lady.