I was born into a family of doctors, my childhood was spent in a hospital, and you can say that I absorbed medical terminology "from diapers", and my favorite book was an atlas with beautiful pictures of anatomy. I saw the sincere gratitude of the patients, the smiles of their relatives. I was proud of my mother and could not imagine my life without this profession.

Once, frightened parents with a 7-year-old boy came to my appointment with a complaint about the sudden appearance of a birthmark on the child's body. In the process of communication and examination of the young patient, it became clear that the day before the family was relaxing in nature, and this "mole" has small paws. The parents began to panic at the word "tick", questions poured in, and the child, who could not understand anything, asked: "Can he drink all my blood?". After calming down the worried parents and the boy, we removed the tick and advised on the next steps.