Dušana Kopuncová

Again, we visit the hospital chainically, and the seventh award from the medical bubble is Dušana. Tiny blonde from the Clinical Genetics Department, where they try to come to the joint, to the tooth, and to the root. Dushan sees a lot of human suffering in the surgery. Children, married couples, pregnant moms. They all came here for hope. All the more so is her kind attitude and a kind smile. If Dušana is not currently drilled in an office or in a microscope lab, she is involved in work around the family home and caring for the family. He has two daughters. Both of them are studying in higher education, but Dušana is so young that it is hard to believe. They’ll have a psychologist and an economist at home. My husband and I go for walks, and they’re having fun finding a fast walk lately. Dushana apologizes for talking only in the hallway, but the department’s just remodeling. The toilets are being repaired, the workplace, the social room are being made, and new cabinets are being added. Even during the reconstruction, life in the department will not stop, so we say goodbye to the soul. When we leave, we meet Dr. Valach, whom we appreciated a few days ago. He greets us with a wide smile. The nurse laughs enthusiastically and shows the doctor the sherpa. ♦ Doctor, look what happened to me.