My medical biography

Vladislav Epifanov how much could choose roads, and the ways, but fate brought me to medicine.

This path was even realized to some extent, and I knew where to go, and why. Much of course in my life has changed - for example, views, concepts, pink glasses fell, some kind of romanticism disappeared from my life. Doctors have always been in my eyes, something like the knights who save people's lives, in many ways, of course, there are, but most doctors are evil people who do not love their work.

Every day I come across rudeness and anger honey. The path to medicine in my life happened after I visited a hospital bed. When I was 12 years old, leaning my back against the wall, I found that my back is a curve - so scoliosis began. For many years I lived with this ailment, every year it became worse and worse, and when I was 19 years old, my grandmother took me to Belarus.

I was taken to a respected doctor for inspection. During the reception, he offered me an operation, to which I agreed without hesitation. My condition at that time was very deplorable - there was arrhythmia, the lungs were given to me, and it was twisted so that it was easiest to walk, like an old woman. Then there was hospitalization. Severe three weeks of preparation, hoods 6 times a day - and believe me very painfully - but, despite this, I went, I tried, and went to my goal - to a new life.

And my doctor, meanwhile, worked for days and evenings, took patients until late in the evening, and then went to examine the operated ones. You used to go to the hood, and so inadvertently you look into his tired eyes so he is a hero, a doctor from God! My operation after three weeks was successful. Nine and a half hours of anesthesia, then three days in intensive care.

My doctor followed my condition, came to visit, visit, and if I could not come on some day, I was very upset by this. Like all those he treated. He lifted me to my feet, my condition improved, from terrible degrees, 80 remained, I became a real person - ease. All torment, and the pain was worth it. Now, walking along the corridors of my hospital, I go to patients who need a blood test.

My life has become much better than before, I can give hope to people who are sick with cancer, people who cling to the last straw, and live hope for salvation. The most important feature of the medic is compassion. Unfortunately, I can’t become a doctor, I will not withstand a strong load, but my choice of profession has come true thanks to my surgeon. Live, and choose what you like, go to your goal, and be grateful to those who gave you a direction, the road to life.

With gratitude.