Katya went to Moscow to take her boy back to LPR.
Kolya has viral meningitis, and was taken to Moscow in December 2016 with the help of Liza Glinka.
He was in the Morozov Hospital until March. Had several surgeries.
He went back and forth between neurology and surgery.
It took them a long time to figure out what kind of infection caused this kind of inflammation in his head, which forced them to carry out more than one surgery in order to drain the liquid that was accumulating. It’s a major miracle that he’s survived all that.
The situation with Kolya Sipunov, whom Liza Glinka helped bring out of the Donbass prior to her death remains complex. The most important thing is that the boy had a surgery in Moscow, was transferred to another hospital, and is now in rehab.
It’s a complex situation, but most importantly, he’s alive and his chances are good.
However, his thieving mother managed to live up to her reputation again, as was expected.
I haven’t been able to visit Kolya myself for a long time, and not because I don’t want to see his mother Katya who robbed me and nearly brought about her son’s death.
On December 17, the Doctor Liza Foundation took Kolya from Lugansk to Moscow, and he’s already at the Burdenko Neurosurgery Institute.
We breathed a sigh of relief. Kolya has suppurating meningitis and surgery represents his only chance of survival.
The situation was extreme due to the mother’s utter degradation. The boy had an ordinary ear infection that escalated due to neglect. It’s hard to believe, but that’s the truth. At first we tried to found the cause of his problems elsewhere, for example with the medications or with doctors. But after a few events, it became clear the woman could not care less for the boy. This lady and her husband managed to squander 20 thousand rubles she was given to buy medications. After we brought her family food, she stole a camera out of my pocket.
I kept thinking whether to write about it. How will it be received? Will anyone want to help others at all after this?
But now I realize that writing about it is the honest thing to do. Life is not black or white. It consists of half-tones, mistakes, and human villainy.
This story begins in autumn. When we learned about Kolya who suffers from suppurating meningitis and has rapidly dwindling survival chances. I think everyone remembers me writing about him. We then decided to help him survive. It seemed everything was possible. One only had to get on it. But everything turned out to be far more difficult and now I realize I know nothing about this life.
I recently wrote that everything was in place to evacuate Kolya, who is suffering from subdural effusion meningitis, from Lugansk to Moscow, to the Burdenko Research Institute, but the trip was canceled. His condition has greatly deteriorated.
But recently he was operated on in Lugansk. He was provided with external fluid drainage, but instead of getting relief his condition sharply worsened. In the places where the fluid was collecting, tissues of the skull wall have fused with the tissues of the brain lining (I think we understood that part correctly) and after the excessive fluid was drained the brain, instead of floating in the fluid, began to sag under its own weight.
The boy rapidly began to fade.
Kolya in August with mom and his younger brother in August.
There are all kinds of doctors. Bad, talented, middling, attentive. They are all human, they all make mistakes, get tired, and have the right to err. But doctors who stayed in a wartime city under bombardment–and many were in a position to leave–are a special category. Nobody will write about them anywhere. They won’t get medals. You won’t read about them in the papers. They were only doing their job, after all. But…
I remember February 2015, when we visited the Pervomaysk hospital. We got there almost immediately after a bombardment–6 six direct hits on various units, including the pediatric one. I will never forget one thin fellow, a surgeon named Artyom. Who lived in the hospital even as the city was being shot to pieces. He slept in his own office until he got tired of it and moved to the cellar: “If it’s my fate to die, I’ll be killed while on a smoke break.” I also remember how, his face glowing, he operated on a hernia a few days earlier. We were with the head doctor and he, like a child, was telling us excitedly that “it was an ordinary hernia!”. As opposed to a shrapnel wound of which there were hundreds.
I remember the director of the Gorlovka hospice Nikolai Nikolayevich who, looking past us, described how hundreds of people streamed out of Debaltsevo and, due to the lack of electricity or water, they had to cook on bonfires, wash sheets by hand, and pump water out of the bomb shelter…
I don’t know where to begin. This is no time for waxing lyrical.
Kolya’s diagnosis runs several pages.
The worst of it is the purulent meningitis of, and a cyst on, the right brain lobe. He’s already head two surgeries in Lugansk.
He’s still alive. He can be saved. But they can’t do anything more for him in Lugansk. He requires a surgery of an entirely different type, a neurosurgery, in a special ward. If he is not taken out, he’ll die.
We’ve known about this case for several weeks, and to be honest, we were hoping to find solutions that did not require money. We were already able to take people to Moscow twice–Vika Zozulina and Sergey Baranov.
But now we were turned down.
The Burdenko clinic says they only accept paying patients.