“The hardest thing was to tell my daughter that I have cancer and I can die.”

Treatment of this type of cancer begins with surgery. Remove the thyroid gland and all tissues adjacent to it. No special training is needed - you hand over a standard set of tests to go to the hospital. Waiting for the operation was probably the worst. It seemed that I could die - right now and right here.

Everything seemed to be steps. The first stage is the diagnosis, the second is the search for a doctor (thanks to friends I found an amazing surgeon), the third is the attachment to the hospital. And here is the next step - hospitalization.

I went to the Blokhin Cancer Center on Kashirka. This is a wonderful hospital.

When you are not sick, this place seems gloomy and terrible. A place where people go crazy with despair. But in fact, I was calm there. Everything from doctors to women who deliver food supports patients. You're done, you can do it, everything will be fine.

It sounds paradoxical, but despite the fact that you see terrible things, the atmosphere of universal support penetrates literally through the skin.

Any operation is a risk. I did not worry at all that the surgeon would do something wrong, rather, I was afraid of complications that did not depend on him. For the first time in my life, they did endotracheal anesthesia. I understood that I would spend some time without my breathing on a ventilator.

All the days before the operation, I tried to communicate - I just walked along the corridor and talked endlessly with someone.

The operation was scheduled for nine in the morning, and I was the first to enter the operating room. All the offices were empty, and the nurses who drove me drove the bed, stood on its frame with their feet and said: "Bring the backs of chairs upright, fasten your seat belts, we take off." True, this lifted my mood, by then the fear had already passed. In the operating room, everything happened very quickly.

I told the anesthetist that the night hadn’t slept at all, and he replied to me: "Get some sleep now."

I removed the thyroid gland and adjacent tissues (fortunately, I managed to save the parathyroid glands). 28 lymph nodes were removed, 13 of them had metastatic tumors. The tumor itself, although it turned out to be small - seven millimeters - but had already managed to germinate into neighboring tissues.

So she was there a long time ago.

“The hardest thing was to tell my daughter that I have cancer and I can die.”

Photographer: Nastya Zavyalova



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