At first the daughter began to complain about headaches, more and more often her head ached so that the daughter could not concentrate on the lessons, she told that she was reading the textbook and did not understand anything, could not concentrate. We decided to show ourselves to a doctor, a specialist. Dasha was given a common diagnosis - VSD - vegetovascular dystonia. But the headaches continued, no pills helped her. At the slightest load, pulsation began in the temples, darkening in the eyes. I was frightened of it, and again we went to the doctor, now a doctor I knew. Dasha was sent for a full examination.
And when I found out that my girl had brain cancer, and that the left half of the body was already being taken off in the hospital, horror, fear, and then panic seized me. The news was so tragic that at first I dropped my hands, and probably the day was in prostration, doing everything automatically. Sasha helped me get ready, and we started knocking on all the doors, ringing all the bells, searching for ways of treatment, the doctors we knew. The neurosurgeon, who turned out to be my friend's friend, advised me not to hesitate. Chemotherapy together with radiotherapy briefly improved the condition of Dashenka, fading from brain cancer. All these procedures killed the most important thing - immunity, but what were we supposed to do? Psychics I did not trust, more trust in the official medicine. But, unfortunately, there was no relief. When I looked at my Dasha, who used to have long hair to the waist, her pride, and saw her head now, after these terrible procedures, I wanted to cry. But before Dashenka, I held on, held back, not wanting to hurt her even more.
"Mom, do not worry like that ." Sooner or later we all die. I'm a little early, someone later. What is it, in effect, changing? - I was frightened by such a frank, not disguised truth, the truth, which beat me pohlesche any lies. I could not even imagine in terrible fantasies that Dasha could not be near me.
"Dasha, you will not die." You heard what the doctors said? At you all in an initial stage, therefore the outcome should be positive. Daughter, you must believe in this - you; You will necessarily recover.
Meanwhile, I did not sit idly by, and began to look for herbalists, who treat such diseases. The address of Ivan's grandfather came to me by accident, now I believe that it was the providence of the Lord. I rode from the hospital in thoughtfulness and sadness, and behind me sat two women who were talking quietly about something. At first I perceived their conversation as a continuous rumble, but as soon as the word "cancer" flashed, I began to listen. A woman told a friend about some grandfather Ivan, who helps people just so, in the goodness of the soul, does not take a penny, and cured her friend of this serious disease with herbs. I clung to the straw and, of course, immediately turned around and asked the woman for the address of this grandfather. - Yes, it's not a secret, take a pen and write.
And she dictated to me the address , grandfather Ivan lived in the village not far from us. I immediately went there. A small house was not far from a small lake, and stood as if slightly away from the rest. When I walked along the path to the house, I ran into a woman and a man who was carrying a big boy already in his arms. I realized that they were just as unfortunate people as I was. The door was not locked, and I pushed it, first went into the small darkened porch, then knocked and heard a voice: "Come in, not locked!" I saw a gray-haired old man sitting at the table and sorting through the herbs. In the corner hung icons, framed by towels. Grandfather Ivan, and that was for sure he looked at me and immediately said:
"Oh, daughter, we must pray, the Lord ask you to forgive your sins." His gaze, rested against me, forced his eyes to drop.
"Ivan Vasilyevich, what kind of sins are you talking about?" she asked, embarrassed.
- You know. Today, there are many temptations, but man is weak. It's hard to change yourself. Humility is not enough for all of us. And I want to see your daughter. How did he know about my daughter, it was unclear.
All the way home I thought about the words of my grandfather Ivan. How often did I stop to think about the meaning of everything I do, what do I live for? In the hustle and bustle, she found her joys, forgetting about the main thing - about the soul.
Dasha, I brought my grandfather Ivan only a week later. And all this week I prayed fiercely both at home and in the church. Prayer gave relief and comfort to me, but not to my daughter. My girl looked horribly - emaciated, pale. Her slender face seemed to shine with a painful pallor. She smiled at her grandfather with a forced smile.
"God help you, Darya." I see, not so good to you. I've prepared the herbs here, which you'll have to take for hours. You might be a little worse at first, but do not stop. And more - you will need strictly vegetarian food. And prayer.
- Yes, I, Ivan Vasilievich, I can not eat anything, I feel sick and vomit.
"It's not good, Darya." I'll tell you this, this is the main thing - I do not promise to heal you, what God will give. And a lot depends on you.
"It's good, Grandfather Ivan, that you say so." And then I'm all lying around.
- Here are the herbs, it says how to take. And be healthy. Grandfather Ivan handed us two thick bags.
Money grandfather Ivan did not take us. And our treatment began at home. The grasses had to be brewed in a special way and taken strictly according to the standard and strictly by the hour, and during the rest of the time they prayed how much effort there was.
Together with Dasha we read the Bible, and discovered a lot of new, surprising. I blamed myself that I still could not read this book of books. The TV used to replace us all - and quiet conversations with each other, and reading books, and going to the theater. Now we did not even include it. Sasha supported us, but we saw him rarely, he came only in the evening, tired. I had to take leave at my own expense, and all the provision of the family at this difficult time lay on it. At first, the action of the collection of herbs acted catastrophically on Dasha's body, her head was spinning, her kidneys began to ache, she was sick. However, Grandfather Ivan told us that it would be bad at first, but we must experience it. The turning point came just on Christmas Day. On the eve of Dasha Noshnilo, and on January 7 she woke up and immediately - to me.
"Mummy, I'm fine, I'm not sick and do not hurt."
I jumped to her feet.
- True?
"Mom, I feel as good as I have never been."
"Dasha," tears came to my eyes, and I embraced her.
We took herbs for a month . Dasha began to recover, her eyes shone. When we came to the clinic to once again be examined, the doctors did not believe their eyes. They put an end to my child, but she luckily survived. The tumor has decreased! She disappeared, then the disease receded. We came to Grandfather Ivan after the survey.
"Well, Darya, you're beautiful," he grinned into his mustache.
"Thank you, she's much better."
"Thank you early."
- Something is wrong? - I was frightened.
- No. She now needs to drink these herbs. "He handed us a packet of herbs.
I tried to put money in his hands.
He jerked his hand away in disgust.
- In vain. Spoil everything. Do not ever do that. If I need to - I'll ask for it. Go away.
It's already Christmas again. With Dasha while everything is in order, but I still worry - for how long? Everything is in the hands of the Lord. Yes, I do not complain.