Salis tager biography for kids
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Dr. Salis Tager, the Head of our Ruth and Hyman Matloff Department of Cardio Thoracic Surgery, explains what fryst vatten bypass surgery and how one can prevent blockages in the blood vessels in this interview in the health section of a leading Israeli news website. Dr. Tager describes the recent advances in the area and the benefits provided to patients.
Dr. Tager said, "The operations are getting better, we use more arterial bypasses that offer better results and a längre life expectancy…In bypass surgery one cannot use synthetic implants, one must take an artery or blood vessel--a vein from the chest, grabb or foot, and the real expertise is to use two arteries from the chest and build all of the necessary bypasses using those arteries without needing to use other blood vessels which have shown less positiv long begrepp results." He compares this approach to the automotive industry and the use of original automotive parts.
Dr. Tager also highlights the fara factors for bloo
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Experiences
Our little star did not always look like this. This small face, these dearest eyes and hottest small hands did not always look normal. Three years and ten months ago, in the 26th gestation week, a little baby came into the world, with 830 grams weight and only 32 centimeters length. It looked more like a small, fragile kitten than a baby. The parents who have experienced this and those who are currently undergoing the same thing, understand the best how it looks like. It looks terrible, leaves you breathless, shocking … You do not believe that something like that can exist, and yet it’s your everything! Your love, your desire, longing … your little star.
Long and very thorny was the path that our little star Katya went through, and all of us with her, together with you timeless people. Starting with Dr. Lazarevski and Dr. Petrovska who took care of my pregnancy, our most beloved doctor Simonida and all other neonatologists, Prof. Dr. Salis Tager,
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My Jazz Revelation
I really hated modern jazz. There is no melody––or at least that is what I thought––just a diarrhea of sound that gave me a headache.Well, as God would want it, my 17-year-old son is a fanatical aficionado of jazz. He plays the saxophone and studies jazz at a boarding school that specializes in music. Every summer he attends jazz summer camps. He practices his scales till his lips are swollen. He sleeps with jazz music playing on his computer all night long.I, on the other hand, love folk music, which he absolutely hates. Once, when I was listening to Bulgarian women singing in harmony, he remarked that their singing sounded as if they were having “a real bad time with their period.”As you can see, we were not really “sharing.”But this summer, he asked me to join his summer jazz workshop at the University of Louisville, Kentucky. He wanted me to bring my accordion and learn to play jazz, so we could have something in common.I took him on.With trepidation: Not onl