🙂 Hello dear readers! “Help of the Mother of God” – this is the name of a real life incident worth telling about.
Epidemic in the city
In 1981 we lived in a closed military town in Kamchatka. I was pregnant. They sent me to give birth to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, since we only had a hospital for military personnel. The birth went well.
A week later, my son and I were discharged, and my husband took us by plane back to the military town, located on the banks of the Uka River, which flows into the Karaginsky Bay.
Time passed. The son was growing up. Now he has already turned six months. December has come, warm but very snowy. Snow lay above the electrical wires. The blizzard lasted for several days. The school was closed, so was the military, only the hospital was working.
And then came the flu, and such that all the inhabitants of the town were ill. My son also fell ill. I had to fly again to Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky to the children’s hospital. There are no conditions. The wards are overcrowded with sick children. I was allowed to live in the ward with my son, but for that I took care of six more children. I slept on a mattress on the floor.
My son constantly had a high temperature, no medications helped. He was injected because of bad veins somewhere in the area of the temples. How many tears I shed every time he was injected with the medicine! And most importantly, it didn’t help!
At death’s door
Almost two weeks have passed. No results. And I made up my mind. During the round, she said to the doctor:
– I can’t take it anymore, write us out. I’ll go home. If he dies, he will be at home and in my arms.
The doctor calmly replied:
– Write a receipt that you have no claims to us.
I agreed. So we found ourselves at home again. On the second day, the temperature went off scale for 40 degrees. What to do? A surgeon lived in our house on the second floor. We turned to him. He looked at the child and said that he had once been a pediatrician. Will try to help.
The son was taken to our hospital. Two hours later, the surgeon said:
– I did everything I could. If he can stand it for three days, then he will live.
We were placed in a separate room. At the direction of the doctor, I connected my son with oxygen. I didn’t sleep, cried, prayed to the Mother of God that the baby would survive. And on the third night I could not stand it and fell asleep.
The son will live!
I’m dreaming of a room. There is a Russian stove in it, and a woman sits on the stove holding a sick child in her arms. And suddenly the door opens and another woman comes in, very tall, beautiful, in some kind of long clothes. She is holding a book in her hands. And I understood – this is the Mother of God …
She opened the book and said to the woman on the stove:
– Get ready, now your child will die.
And then to me:
“Yours was supposed to die too, but they told me to delete him from the book.
And she disappeared.
I woke up in tears. I was shaking all over. I look into the crib, and my son opened his eyes and looks at me. Soon he went on the mend, we were discharged. But the doctor told us to go to warmer regions, the climate does not suit him. So we found ourselves in the south, where we live now.
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