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At 9 months, my daughter got whooping cough. And a month later, during Christmas days, health complications appeared. I called an ambulance – a suspicion of pneumonia, which the hospital doctor on duty did not confirm. We returned home – my daughter\u2019s condition worsened. I had to call a private doctor, he arrived and recommended urgent hospitalization, giving all the necessary certificates for this.<\/p>\n
I remember how I drove my daughter to Morozovka, mixed up the way in stress, missed turns.<\/p>\n
In desperation, I rushed to the station; the police blocked the Garden Ring (!), so I could drive directly to the hospital. In the emergency room they said to wait, because we lived in another district of the city…<\/p>\n
People who faced such situations know how little time a baby with pneumonia has. I stood and looked at my daughter getting yellow, she had blue lips. Her little eyes looked through me, she did not react to me at all. I was numb, I had no strength neither to cry, nor to demand anything. I just asked Saint Luke to help me …<\/p>\n
A female doctor hurried past us. She glanced briefly at our changing table in the recreation room and stopped suddenly: \u201cWhat have you got?!\u201d I could barely speak, mumbled “well…” The doctor called the staff, after 10 minutes my daughter was on an X-ray, she was taken to the intensive care unit …<\/p>\n
Then the daughter was treated by the head of the boxing unit, the oldest doctor of the hospital, she was already 84. She saved the baby.<\/p>\n
When we were discharged, I decided to give her a large book of the writings of St. Luke. She frowned (she seemed a sharp and eccentric woman): “Why are you giving me this?” I hesitated, I’m sorry if I didn\u2019t please you. She began to say in her personal manner in loud voice: \u201cThis is Valentin Feliksovich! We studied by his Essays on Purulent Surgery! You call him a saint or what? \u201d I replied that yes, he was canonized. \u201cWell, whether he’s a saint or not, but listen,\u201d she continued. – \u201cOn Christmas day, I let the doctors go and was on duty myself: I\u2019m single, so I don\u2019t want to be at home alone, but they are young, may they stay with their families on holidays. I fell asleep at a post at the table, and I saw Voino-Yasenetsky in my dream, he said: \u201cWhy are you sleeping, my dear? Vera is waiting for you! \u201d And then the phone rang from the reception, there was a girl with pneumonia in grievous condition… And you know what? It was your Verochka! And now you give me this book… “<\/p>\n
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On March 18, Vera, my recovering daughter, turned one year old. Exactly on St. Luke’s comemmoration day. This is it.<\/p>\n