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I see a lot of stories with a bad ending are written here. People write that they regret what happened, asking others to learn from their mistakes. And I wanted to tell the story of my own happiness.

I never thought it was possible to be happy with surgery. Ten years ago I was diagnosed with a female tumor. At first it was 5 cm in size, but it kept growing. The doctors insisted on an operation, but there was no money for it. I could only hope that the tumor would not become malignant. Finally, 3 years ago I was told during a regular check-up that if I didn’t have the surgery, even if the tumor was benign, I would die, because it was already very big and was putting pressure on other organs.

I am a lonely man. I have no money and no one to take care of me. I am afraid to lend, because if I die, who will pay back my debts? I decided to rely on fate. And fate really gave me a gift.

Last year, 2011, I met a student of mine who was not very old. He is now graduating from high school. The most important thing for a person is support. And after talking to Victor, I immediately felt that support. He was a student, he couldn’t help himself with money. But he said right away: “Don’t worry, you shouldn’t die because of an operation. You have to live.

He called the other students himself (which I was ashamed to do), outlined the situation, and the guys just chipped in as much as they could. Victor now had some of the money in his hands. Then he simply went to my and his home school, where I had worked for many years, and asked the principal for help. The principal, in turn, to the teachers. That’s how we managed to raise almost all the money we needed. I was in seventh heaven.

Then, on March 1, Vityusha took me by the hand like a little girl and took me to the hospital. They immediately put me in and began to prepare me for surgery.

All the time I was in the hospital, Victor came to me every day, talked to me, encouraged me. The night before the operation, unlike all my roommates, I slept well, because I was happy that someone needed me.

After the surgery, my graduate continued to come: he carried my tests to the lab, organized two guys to donate blood, and, most importantly, all the time, every day communicated with me. And for two months after that he was always at my house, helping me with household chores, going to get medicine, in a word, supporting me in every way. And now, a year later, he calls me, visits me, shares his thoughts.

Every time I walk past the hospital, I look at the windows of my former room and smile, because those were the happiest days and months of my life. I want everyone to know that there are moments in life when unhappiness becomes happiness. I wish everyone more of these moments and never lose heart.