But often their outcome depends on us. Do not become Elena Karabtsova, the owner of a rare blood group, a donor, had she not been at the scene of the accident, then the doctor would not have survived, who would save her from death in five years.
ELENA KARABTSOVA HAS BEEN IN THE ROLE OF THE SAVIOR AND IN THE ROLE OF THE PERSON SAVED. ON PHOTO: WITH THE DAUGHTER OF SASHA
The fact that I have a fourth group was told to me by a nurse from the blood collection point of the hospital in the small town of Georgievsk, in the Stavropol Territory. There I then lived with my parents. Why did I become a donor? At 18, I was a maximalist. I wanted to help people, do something meaningful and useful for society. Although now it sounds a little pathetic, but then, having no other opportunities to make the world a better place, I decided to donate blood. I believed that in this way I save the lives of people unknown to me. Anonymously. But life turned so that with one person whose life I saved this way, I met personally. Under terrible circumstances.
One day I went to donate blood. And literally before my eyes, KamAZ (later it turned out that its driver was drunk) crashed into a minibus and practically crushed it. The doctors of the hospital where I donated blood went to work in it. It was a real nightmare, which I still can’t remember without tears. Blood was round. Someone escaped to a hospital, to which a few hundred meters remained, an ambulance was called. From the crumpled minibus, orderlies and doctors rushing to the challenge took out lifeless bodies ... Only one bloodied man showed signs of life - he jerked his hand. The orderlies immediately rushed to probe his pulse. “Alive, but unconscious,” they shouted, shifted to a gurney and ran to the clinic to give him first aid.
That morning, the usual rhythm of hospital life was disrupted by this terrible incident. Many of the dead are doctors who worked here. I don’t know why, but I decided to go to the blood collection point, although I clearly understood that I couldn’t help anyone. In the hall I saw how doctors crowded around a man stretched out on a gurney. I understood from their conversation that the victim had lost a lot of blood. To save him, an urgent direct transfusion was required. The catch was that he had a rare - fourth - group. A small supply, which at that time was in the hospital, was not enough. “Finding a donor with such a group here and now will be incredible luck,” said one of the health workers. A loudspeaker announced that an urgent donor with this blood group was urgently needed. “I have one!” - a thought flickered. I understood that a man could die at any moment. And then she made a decision. Quietly, one of the doctors who were with the wounded said that I could become his donor, because I have the same group as his. (Only 7-8% of the total population of the Earth possess it - approx. Ed.) Naturally, they took more blood from me than usual (the norm for donation is 450 milliliters). The last thing I saw before losing consciousness - a man came to his senses, opened his eyes. It seems he even managed to say "thank you." I was quickly brought to my senses, forced to drink hot tea, eat a bar of chocolate. I still remember this moment with incredible trepidation - because I helped save a person’s life. The look that we exchanged with him was enough to understand that an invisible connection had been drawn between us.
We met. Dr. Igor Belyakov, several times I visited him in the hospital, brought flowers, fruits. He had serious injuries, multiple fractures of his legs and arms, he spent a lot of time in the hospital. I will not say that we became friends. After all, he had a family, children, a different life. Although now I understand that I was a little bit in love with him. I was 18 years old then, he was a little over 30. A gynecologist, an interesting person, a handsome man. Then we accidentally met in the hospital, where I came to donate blood. They exchanged short remarks: "Hello, how are you?" - "Fine. How are you?" - "Good". And that’s all.
Dreams and fears
I once dreamed of becoming a doctor in order to save the lives of other people. But I'm afraid of the sight of blood, so I had to put an end to this dream. And whenever I was in the chair and the nurse brought the needle over the inner bend of the elbow to take blood from me, she closed her eyes. I was very afraid of this moment. My participation in the rescue of Igor, of course, did not help me overcome the fear, but made me take a different approach to donation, more consciously. Now I knew for sure that my blood could save someone's life.
Almost five years have passed. I entered the institute, studied in absentia - did not want to leave the city and leave my mother. Then she married a loved one. Now I understand that my husband was subtly similar to that doctor, Igor Belyakov, whom I saved. After a while I became pregnant. (Naturally, during this period I stopped donating blood.) I was observed in the same hospital where he worked as a gynecologist. Somehow, by chance I saw him in the hospital corridor. He didn’t recognize me at first - I changed, cut off my braids, and matured. I reminded him of myself. We talked a little.
"Cesarean is so cesarean"
... I was supposed to give birth in August. One of the stuffy nights I felt bad, my husband immediately called an ambulance, they brought me to the maternity ward. It turned out that a few hours before my arrival a woman was born here, who had a very large child, and he died in the process of childbirth. The doctor on duty decided to play it safe - my daughter was also very large, so he categorically declared: "We won’t even ask, we’ll do a cesarean." I tried to argue with him, insisted that the doctor whom I observed was giving birth to me ... The obstetrician listened to my arguments. We decided to wait in the morning. The next morning I went into the ward ... the doctor Igor Belyakov, who had once saved me. It turned out that he went to visit his patient, he led her entire pregnancy. Later it turned out that on that day he was supposed to leave the city with friends, but a colleague exchanged shifts with him. A case? .. But the obstetricians continued to insist - a cesarean section is necessary. At that moment, water had already left me. I remember the murderous phrase of one of the doctors: “The child is not listening, most likely he died, and we still have time to save the mother!” I am in a panic from this message. And ready for anything, if only my girl was alive! Cesarean is so cesarean ...
Cut, removed the child. The daughter is breathing! The doctors relieved her. And they forgot about me. (All of this they later told me themselves.) At that very moment, I woke up from anesthesia. Apparently, the anesthetist did not calculate the dose. I have a pain shock, a big loss of blood. And I lose consciousness. The heart stops. Doctors are trying to bring me to life. The last resort is an electric discharge with a defibrillator ... For nothing, my heart will not start. How Igor Belyakov ended up in the birth chamber, I don’t know. But it was he who hit me on the cheeks, tried to shout to me: “You must live! Look, what a wonderful daughter you have! ” Surprisingly, it seems to me that I saw and heard everything that was happening around me at that moment, although my heart did not beat. I think it was Igor (his vitality, energy) that brought me back to life. I finally opened my eyes. Then there was a direct blood transfusion. The man whom I saved five years ago, giving him my blood from a rare group, has now become for me a donor, a savior. He saved the life of me, which means my daughter. I thank him for that! ... He met my husband. From time to time we met by chance in the city. We have not seen Igor for a very long time. He left the country with his family. Despite this, in my heart I feel a blood, kinship between us. This story has really influenced my whole life. I began to relate to seemingly random circumstances and situations that I encounter every day in a different way. I realized that the decisions we make, the actions we make, the choices we make, often automatically, without thinking about the consequences, are intertwined into a unique, unique pattern of our life. One day, the decision to become a donor led me that morning to the hospital, which had a terrible accident. We can say that this happened by chance. But my will is mixed with this game of chance, the desire to help people. Who knows what will happen to us tomorrow ... But today I try to ensure that all the words I have spoken and my actions are in tune with me and my life principles.
Five steps to donation
1 STEP: Check in. If you decide to become a blood donor, you have to come to the blood collection point and fill out a questionnaire in which you must indicate the necessary information about your health condition and lifestyle. For reference: a healthy citizen of the Russian Federation over 18 years old, whose weight is more than 50 kg, can become a donor.
2 STEP: Medical examination. Then you will be sent to a laboratory where they will take blood from your finger. This analysis will allow doctors to determine the hemoglobin level of a potential donor, as well as other indicators. It is from the results of this analysis that the doctor will decide whether you can donate blood that day.
3 STEP: Doctor visit. You should be examined by a doctor. He will study your profile and blood test, ask additional questions about your health, lifestyle and habits. All information that you share with him will be kept secret, and medical confidentiality applies to her. After the conversation, the doctor decides whether to allow you to donate blood.
4 STEP: Buffet. If the doctor decided that you are ready to become a donor, before the procedure you will be asked to eat in the buffet. You can drink juice or weak tea with cookies or a bun. This is necessary so that you have a fluid balance in your body.
5 STEP: Blood donation. This procedure is carried out in comfortable conditions - in a donor chair. A rubber tourniquet is applied to the forearm, and the inside of the elbow is disinfected. With the help of disposable instruments, medical personnel take blood from you. You will have to squeeze and unclench your fist several times to increase blood flow. After the procedure, a bandage is applied to the elbow bend, which can be removed after 4 hours. When donating whole blood during a short procedure - 10-15 minutes - 450 ml is taken from you.