SILENCE IN THE HEART, LIFE IN THE HANDS

I am a resuscitation doctor. Every day I hold in my hands not just someone else's life - I hold the line between darkness and light.

When you stand over a body that no longer breathes and restart the heart - everything else disappears. At that moment, masks, statuses, salaries, fashionable phrases are not important. It all comes down to one thing: will it breathe? Will it live?

And then I leave the hospital. The world is noisy on the street, where everyone is running, arguing, worrying about stupid things. And I just want silence. Sometimes - just a voice to which you want to return, and not save. Not treat. Not explain how the heart works. But just be there for a woman.

My hands can restart the heart, but they cannot make another person stay. I can fight for life, but I will not fight for someone else's interests.

If you ever fall in love with a doctor, know that this is a person who has seen death in the eye, and therefore knows how to value life. Your love will not be an “item in the plans” for him, but a rare, precious breath of air.

I do not romanticize my profession. I live it. And sometimes I really want someone to just give me a hand, not because I am falling, but because I deserve to be not only strong.