Fort Russ, June 25th
Original by Yevdokia “Dunya” Sheremetyeva, published on littlehirosima website; translated from Russian by J.Hawk.
I have written many times that the people who help are mostly people who have themselves suffered and experienced pain. Each one has a story like that. A long, tear-soaked, painful, exhausting story.
I already wrote a dramatic post (part 2 here – ed.) about how we got that food across the border.
The car was sagging from the sheer weight of the bottles, and it looked like a commercial shipment which could have justifiably been prohibited by the customs. I don’t know how we pulled it off, but when the border guard standing next to us said in an outraged tone: “What’s this for? Don’t they have something like this over there?”, I basically lost it. I went off at him, and after that we were quickly let through.
Apart from the food, Nastya also donated a whole box of catheters and special syringes for feeding (on the photo), which are all incredibly expensive (we brought only some of the food, the rest will be brought later).
Our guardian angel Sasha Shashkova bought her five packages of Tseraxon.
In addition, we bought adult diapers and personal care supplies, and also food for the whole family.
We’ve written about Vika before. The doctors gave her one month to live. But she’s survived for more than 6 months by now.
After we brought her the anti-bedsore mattress, Lena (Vika’s mom) called Zhenya and told him, all in tears, that it was the first night the girl slept well. And the family with her.
When we came, Vika was laying on the bed and staring into nothingness.
I asked her something but she did not react at all. Only made loud, hoarse noises. Mom placed a phone next to her and used it to play music.
–I know she can hear.
The food, mattress, diapers, syringes, and medicines – those are all just small contributions.
The biggest contribution is the improbably selfless love of Vika’s mother, and her desire to fight to the last.
But I think that here all these parts came together.
As we were leaving, Vika’s mom began to cry. At the door, she kissed me on both cheeks and gave me a strong hug. Not because of the food. But because there’s someone in the world who gives a damn. The people who give a damn are Sasha who bought the medicine, Nastya who donated food, our Zhenyas, our Lena who accidentally read about Vika on the Internet, people who sent money to help her, money which we use to buy her diapers, napkins, and other items.
I don’t know what will happen next with Vika. But the fact that the doctors can’t believe their eyes is surely an indicator.