I am unusually angered by the silly anecdote which is supposedly told in the first lesson of every journalism course: while a postman bitten by a dog is not a news item, a dog bitten by a postman is. The message of this stupid story is that everything that is bad is news while nothing that is good deserves attention. Please agree with me!
Because to me the news is that a Hungarian writer is awarded the Nobel Prize and not that he stumbles when receiving the diploma. To me, a smiling child who gets a Christmas present for the first time in his life is news, no less than people standing in long lines for a bowl of soup somewhere in Budapest. For this reason, to me one of the most beautiful and significant news items this year was a charming 14-year-old girl, Petra Polgár, who triumphed over cancer, permanently, I hope.
Don’t give up!
It looks so easy in writing, doesn’t it? Put your hand on your heart! Your eyes got full of tears when you realised there are still miracles performed by humans. Petra, who was diagnosed with cancer and no one in Hungary dared to face the challenge and attempt to remove her tumour, never gave up. She and her mother undertook a quest like medieval knights of the dragon and finally came across a private clinic in Braşov, Romania (Clinicile Icco Ortopedie-Braşov), whose surgeons, unlike their Hungarian colleagues, were willing to perform the operation. According to the Hungarian oncologists and orthopaedic surgeons, Petra’s tumour could not be removed by any other way but amputation. Well, this is what the family never accepted, thank God, now we can say. Petra’s mother, Erika Polgár met with Dr Andor Bálint, director of the Braşov Clinic, an orthopaedic surgeon, who went as far as waiving surgical fees, asking only for the material costs of hospitalisation. I don’t even dare to put into writing how much such an operation would cost in Hungary without being financed by Social Insurance.
Prof Dr Andor Bálint, paediatric surgeon,
director of the Braşov Clinic
Thank you, also on behalf of those who don’t know the word ‘thank you’.
Erika turned to István Balogh, president of the Children Cancer Foundation, and told him, naturally with tears in her eyes, that they wouldn’t be able to pay for the operation as all their reserves had been spent on Petra’s earlier treatments. And this is where those miracles come in! President Balogh immediately found the right way how to assist them because, as he said, this was his job, this was what he lived for. The operation was successful, Petra is standing on the ground with both her legs, her eyes are full of tears, from happiness this time. When I asked Mr Balogh about it, he said, almost casually, there was nothing unusual about the case: since its foundation 20 years ago, the Children Cancer Foundation has paid four billion forints in support of hospitals, doctors and sick children in need. Petra was overjoyed decorating the Christmas tree and unwrapping presents but the greatest happiness was caused by something that cannot be wrapped: love, nearly palpable.