Rassudova Operation

Rassudova operation: the story of one operation

I remembered Rassudov’s operation for a long time. I never thought that it would be the beginning of my career in medicine and radically change my life. I was born into a family of doctors, and this was no coincidence - doctors were my grandparents. My father dreamed that I would follow in his footsteps, but I decided to enter the Faculty of Architecture. We are completely different, each of us went our own way.

I still remember well that summer day when a regular conference was being held at the center of the medical university, and my friend suggested going to listen to lectures on the topic “The relevance of mental surgery in modern medicine.” I agreed, without knowing why. He came out with a report in a large white hall, began to study it and, at the end, absentmindedly listened to his opponent’s speech, and then simply fell asleep. I woke up only when my colleague literally pushed me into the car. We were late, which I later regretted greatly. But it was this accident that led to a fateful decision: to go to the surgical department.

After that, the most important thing began! The operation was called “Rassudova”; at first I didn’t even understand what kind of surname she had. In my understanding, the reasoner was some kind of female. The first consultation came and I was prescribed tests. It’s scary to think how much time and money had to be spent preparing for the operation. Then I went through the mandatory training and decided to retrain as a doctor. And there, after long and painful trials, I learned the name of this operation, they explained to me that its outcome largely depends on the preparation of the patient and those who operate. Now mine begins