Medical student, paramedic
There was a hospital working there, and my stepmother needed therapy. Then we could no longer leave there, because the bridges were blown up, and the village was under occupation. And I decided that I would not hide in the basements, but do something useful. After all, I am a medical student and I worked in Kyiv as a paramedic. A surgeon from Okhmatdyt also stayed at the local hospital because he was also unable to leave. And it was a miracle, all the operations were carried out by him.
As it turned out, a lot. They connected the generator, started the X-ray machine, took the monitors and the necessary drugs from the ambulance. Later, they even found a blood analyzer in the warehouse, thanks to which they could do an express blood analysis. This helped quite a bit when there were lots of people with bullet wounds.
Medicines, food, freshly baked bread and even... one and a half tons of diesel fuel. And then there was no light, and the hospital worked on a gasoline generator. There was an urgent need for diesel fuel, it was simply poured from cars. And here, you can imagine, a man and his niece stole the occupiers' broken-down gasoline truck and provided us with fuel. People did incredible things. And thanks to them, we could save the wounded who were brought to us.
There were many heavy cases brought. A man and two women were shot dead at a Russian checkpoint. One woman was saved, the other, no matter how hard we tried, died. It is difficult and painful.
There was girl who was shot with her parents by a convoy of Russian vehicles. Miraculously, she survived, we operated on her on the spot.There were also many women who gave birth. During this time, we already had five babies, one with a twisted umbilical cord, and his mother with bleeding. We sewed her up, and then were looking after her. If she had given birth at home, the probability that she would have survived with the baby was almost zero. Therefore, I practically lived in the hospital all the time.
Despite the difficult emotional state, the lack of mobile communication and the unknown, I remember those weeks with gratitude.Especially the case when the owner of the greenhouse brought flowers to our women on the eighth of March. Despite the occupiers, shelling, I just wanted to do something nice. It invigorated the spirit. Thanks to ordinary people and courageous doctors, the ordinary hospital in Dymer withstood the occupation with dignity.
