Surgery Tatjana Stevanović 2025

Right after being turned on, the spotlights flashed and illuminated the plastic sterile gloves he was putting on slowly. He glanced at cameramen briefly, waited for their nodding and gave his assistants a sign. The anesthesiologist put the patient into sleep.

The Surgeon marked the planned cut line on the patient’s body and requested a scalpel, began to cut patiently pulling the knife long enough to review all the suspicious shadings, uncovered all that bothered him and looked.

It is always different. Minimally or substantially, the opened interior always differs from what could be possibly foreseen considering numerous analyses.

Smoothly and calmly he faced the moment of decision. The moment of great fear but also the greatest thrill when he becomes Life & Death Master compressing the whole Universe into one single thought of making the perfect ratio between risking one’s life and preserving its quality.    

He raised his hand searching for another instrument. Under the sharp scalpel the human tissue was separating. Released of the sick, the healthy rest was blossoming and showing its structure. He reexamined and cleared all that has been changed. As much as necessary. Neither more nor less. In order to remove obstacles and allow Nature to reestablish new balance.

This is the most that Man – God – Surgeon could do. To avail the Harmony to meet again the body that it once had left and wait.

Long ago, when he was a little boy, he discovered the ability of increasing his own willingness and strength by taming the mightiness of threat and fear. Just a simple ordinary smart boy, when needed, could have become the fairy tale Hero or dreamed Prince highly prepared for rescuing helpless ones from dangerous life swirls to the safety of peaceful coasts.

That is exactly what he was doing now. Moving resigned desperate ill-people’s view to the fields of renewed hopes and desires.

Slowly, he was ending the surgery forcing himself not to hurry, knowing how dangerous rush and inattention might be.

While each of the saved patients he used to send back into their lives forgetting their faces and fates and merging them into almost homogeneous re-healthy people crowd, the unsaved, forever lost ones stayed with him. They used to come to meet him at nights, telling him stories of their un-lived lives and unrealized opportunities, pulling him into their un-thought thoughts.

They use to come when he operates as well, waiting silently in hope that their number would not increase.

He was not afraid of them anymore. They have become his Closest ones in some other being. Equally real. Equally important. Existing on the borderline of reality and imagination, just like him. Double Existence Companions.

Now as well, they were standing beside him, facing the moment of relief.

The Surgeon raised his hand searching for a needle and thread to wave another perfect suture.

He nodded at cameramen to switch off the spotlights.

Simple ordinary life was reestablishing.

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