For medical reasons, I had to undergo endoscopic surgery. The question arose: where can it be done with high quality and with minimal risk? The choice was small: either in Moscow (in a good clinic with Ingosstrakh insurance, or in a local regional hospital). I don’t want to offend worthy doctors and other medical staff who are fighting for the lives and health of people, but in general, once you get to our hospital, you can only hope that you will survive after the operation. With two kids, I didn't want to risk it.
The Lord brought me together with wonderful people-doctors. Doctors, indeed, from God, Professionals with a capital letter, who cured my children.
When the operation became unavoidable, they advised to do it in a German clinic, with a doctor in his field, who had already performed thousands of such operations. On one side of the scale was my future life and health, performance, well-being of my family. On the other: complete uncertainty, the hope for "maybe", that everything will work out.
I chose the first one. From the moment the decision was made to the day of admission to the clinic, 1 month passed. After the necessary procedures, usual for traveling abroad, I ended up in the German city of Wupertal. My curator-translator and I arrived on time for an appointment with Dr. Hesseling. At the appointed time, we were invited to the office. The friendliness of the doctor and assistant was very captivating. Moreover, it was clear that such a manner of communication is natural for the “doctor-patient” dialogue. After listening carefully, examining me and taking the necessary tests, the doctor told me how the operation would take place, how intense and where it would hurt after the operation, how soon it would be possible to return to normal life. The operation was scheduled the next day. The doctor's appointment lasted approximately 1 hour. Then I was referred to an anesthesiologist who asked questions about my body and so on for 45 minutes.
On the appointed day and hour, my curator and I arrived at the hospital. Having registered me at the department, the nurse took me to a single room, which struck me because it looked a little like a hospital room: good furniture, a comfortable bed, a refrigerator, paintings on the walls pleasantly surprised me.
All I had to do was wait… It was already past noon and I was seized with anxiety, because they didn’t come for me. It is known that in our hospitals they operate only in the 1st half of the day. Toward evening, the operation began. When I woke up after anesthesia, I was brought to the ward. There was no pain, only an overexcited state that did not allow sleep. All night long, the doctor and nurse on duty came to me and inquired about my condition. The next morning, at 8 o'clock, Dr. Hesseling came to the ward with another Russian-speaking surgeon. Asked about the state of health, examined, talked. And again affably, with participation. I spent only 4 days in the hospital, although I could be discharged the next day after the operation. All these days, the doctors who were on duty in the department and the nurses were constantly interested in my well-being and helped, if necessary. Before I was discharged, Dr. Hesseling examined me and gave me the necessary instructions. The next day I flew back to Moscow. I returned to work after 6 days. It's been 8 months since the operation. I feel great.
I am grateful to the Lord for the fact that there are SUCH people in my life: not indifferent to someone else's misfortune, merciful, spiritually rich, humane, highly professional, responsible ... THANKS TO THEM AND LOW BOW
