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Russian opposition leader Alexei Navalny, who is recovering from Novichok poisoning at the Sharite Hospital in Berlin, has published a very heartfelt and shocking account of how his wife Julia’s love saved him.
He also shares that today, after spending days in a coma, he already knows more about what love is.
According to Navalny, it was his wife’s love that was decisive in his recovery.
Here’s his full post:
Post about love
On August 26, Julia and I celebrated an anniversary, 20 years since the wedding, but I’m even glad that I got lost and that I can write only now, a month later, when I know a little more about what love is.
You, of course, have seen something like this 100 times in the movies, have read in the books how one loving person lies in a coma and the other with his unlimited love and devotion brings him back to life. So it was with us. According to the canons of classic movies about love and coma. I slept, slept and slept. Julia came, talked to me, sang songs to me, played me music. I’m not going to lie, I don’t remember any of that.
But I’ll tell you what I remember. And you can hardly say “I remember”, rather I mean my first feelings and emotions. They are forever sealed in my head. I’m lying. I’m out of the coma, but I don’t know anyone, I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t speak and I don’t know what it is to speak. And it was about waiting for her to come. Who is she, I don’t understand. I don’t know what it looks like either.
Even if I can see something with an unfocused gaze, then I can’t remember the image. But I understand that She is different, so I lie and wait for her all the time. She is coming. It fits my pillow very comfortably. She does not have a calm and understanding tone. She talks happily and laughs. She is telling me something. When she’s around, the idiotic hallucinations recede. I am very good to her. Then when she leaves, I feel sad again and wait for her again.
I have no doubt for a second, I am sure there is a scientific explanation for this. When I caught my wife’s tone of voice, my brain released dopamine, it got easier. Each visit literally healed me, as did all the expectations that She would come. But as good as the medical explanation may sound, I now know for sure only from my own experience: love heals and brings you back to life. Julia, you saved me and I hope this is recorded in the neurology textbooks.
