"Hello! I would like to tell you about a year of my life, which was filled with both good emotions and ones that were not as positive. In August 2012, a small lymph node popped out on my neck. At the time nothing bothered me, but I couldn’t have imagined how it would turn out.
Closer to winter, my temperature slowly began to rise. Weakness and a dry cough appeared.
I'm from Dagestan. It seems that we have a lot of competent doctors, but they could not diagnose me. They first treated me first for pneumonia and then for tuberculosis.
In February 2013 I flew to Moscow. We were able to get an appointment at the NMRC for Hematology, which I was very happy about. I was immediately put in a ward, where I met kind and positive people who later helped me to believe that everything was not so bad.
After a couple of days, I was diagnosed with stage 4 lymphosarcoma. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me, to a person who was born and raised in an ecologically clean place, where vegetables and fruits are from the garden, where there are no chemical plants or unfavorable environments.
I began chemotherapy. My blood counts were dropping so much that I lay there as if I were dead. This is where I began to understand the word "donor" and regreted that there was a time when I could have helped so many people but there was no time or something else interfered.
I want to thank all of the medical staff and donors who helped us live. I and everyone who has been through this have come to appreciate every second of our lives thanks to you. Thank you!"
