Regarding reportage “K”, “Flight of the butterfly”sick P. (her information is in the newspaper) remembered and sent us the following little story:

The doctor, who passed away at the beginning of the year, postponed my planned visit to the gypsy in 2018. She was young, but for the third time she became a mother. However, this time it was not like the others. She gave birth, but was still sick. He was bleeding, he had a fever. She barely saw her newborn son. He also had two daughters whom he adored as much as their father. She really wanted to give him the son he longed for. He prayed to the Mother of God and She, like a mother, heard his prayer. But she felt weak. She wanted to hug him, but she couldn’t.

Her husband was always by her side, something was wrong. In the days that followed, he bled more and more. Doctors came and went in alarm. They recommended an ultrasound. I had to take her to the nearest hospital. He didn’t want more trials, more pain. Leave her alone, God willing. Indeed, God had. He was examined by Mr. Professor. He himself came there, leaving no one qualified. The incident was serious, and so was he. It was usually easy to diagnose him, but not this time.

Did the little mother listen to music or was it her idea? He had a fever, he could imagine it. At the same time, he also heard a low male voice: “Everything will be fine, do not be afraid, I will examine you now. I’ll push a little and it will hurt you. I have to push harder, I want to see something. I have to push harder, I’ll bother you a little more.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. White beard, white hair, gray-blue eyes. His voice calmed her, as did his cold hand on her stomach. He stopped trembling. Everyone told her that she must be in pain, she is a woman, she must be in pain in order to have children. Who apologizes when she’s hurt? It was the Professor. That’s what everyone called him. Late at night, Mr. Professor visited her again.

The bleeding continued, little Roma felt weaker and weaker, she prayed and was ready. I would like her to come back with her baby in her arms, I would like her to see her baby grow. Mr. Professor came again early in the morning. It’s all right, he told her. He demanded a revision. “Soon you will be transferred to my hospital. Something is bothering you, we will find it, just be patient. It’s just the way things are, everything will be fine.”

The experts were surprised. Again gyptissa for examination. The third day goes worse and worse, it is impossible to escape from fate. It’s all right, Mr. Professor assured the little mother. Inspection, medical examination, re-conclusion. “We will find him.” The young mother asked to see her child for the last time. Mr. Professor came often. He understood this from the noise that accompanied his appearance. She will come, she will ask the anamnesis again, the supervisor will come.

In surgery, and then in the MAF, it was difficult, she judged by herself. It’s just the way things are, she heard a voice reassure her and give her courage. Sometimes she couldn’t even open her eyes. She couldn’t see him, but she understood his presence. Everything will be fine, he assured her in his low voice. And they went. All three went out hugging each other, her husband, her son and herself. Happiness.

Aris Antóniou, a medical radiologist, was a professor who conducted the examination without money. Awarded by the Academy of Athens, an outstanding person and scientist. He passed away at the beginning of the year at the age of 69.