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“When a friend dies. I lost a friend tonight. We joked five days ago, we sent our regards, even though Alexander was already sick. But we rescuers have seen it all. He seemed calm then. But God (or fate, whoever believes it) tried another way: the disease continued to progress fiercely.
When I was studying in the residence, I worked as an assistant in the Kaunas Hospital. Invaluable experience. Alejandro also worked there. The healthy humor of the male company was always fun, the excellent technical skills and quick orientation were surprising, logical, and weighed “yes” and “no”. For me, a resident without feathers, it was a healthy school with good moral standards. Alexander soon became the head of resuscitation at Jonava Hospital. Always refreshing and in a good mood.
True, first acquaintance even earlier than 1996. Perhaps in the second year, when VMU, as an open university, allowed French lovers (who want to break their language) to learn French. There Alexander, a portly young doctor, broke his tongue perfectly. Then the two students were impressed with the cadet, who asked him what he worked for, he replied that he was a doctor. We medical students wonder why he didn’t mention that earlier. And he laughs: “What will be praised here when the son goes to the doctor, is a disgrace in the family.” Even now, even tonight, I think these words are not true when talking about a doctor who has a calling and makes a total sacrifice for people.
Jonava News / Aleksandras Bartusevičius
What a shame the team of doctors and nurses who worked at home tonight who made an effort to save Alexander. Wonderful family and children who hold themselves so stoically. Perhaps by the doctors themselves who work in resuscitation and other critical medical departments. All those considerations and philosophies of ours: I will / will not observe quarantine, I will / I will not go to celebrate, I will / I will not vaccinate. This debate seems so pointless, playful and wicked.
As in the 1950s, all families were affected in one way or another by the horrors of exile and war, so few families were left without treatment for the disease.
Lazdijai, nurses from Kaišiadorys, who have just over fifty, assistant nurses, who are just over forty, surgeons Kėdainiai and Mažeikiai, heads of Šilalė Hospital. Whats Next? Okay, so there are healers … Okay, there are so many healers. But they are also dying. Not just strangers, distant strangers, there are also loved ones. As in the 1950s, all families were affected in one way or another by the horrors of exile and war, so few families were left without treatment for the disease. There was so little left. Just a few weeks before the first batch of vaccine. Alexander was only 54 years old ”, writes prof. A. Macas.
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