ERT journalist Zeta Karagianni died after a tough battle with cancer.
The unpleasant news was also announced by the journalist Vassilis Tsatsanis on his personal Instagram account.
Zeta Karagianni in November 2020 had made a post and talked about lung cancer.
Her post in detail
"These days marks a time when I was initially diagnosed with right lung cancer.
I took the paper, I do not even remember which examination from the diagnostic center, I went up to ERT to do a show, I concluded that I have nothing and the next day I formally called the doctor on duty at my cash desk, EDOEAP.
- You have to go to the hospital today.
-Why;
-You have to go to the hospital today.-
-Yes Yes. (Slowly do not run on Saturdays…)
I sent a message to a friend here, Christoforos Kotoulas.
-Doctor, what does "solid mass of 3,6 cm mean?"
-That tomorrow morning you will come to my office to see the exams.
-SUNDAYS?
-Yes.
- I went. "The" and "the". Leaving, call my friend Vitsas to drink coffee in Monastiraki. Going down the route on foot, I notified ERT that I would not do a show on Monday, I canceled my guest in the studio, I called Nikos Michalitsis to inform EDOEAP, I told him "I am not going to be disgraced by doing all this chemistry" without realizing what is happening to ME.
We drank coffee with Giannis, we agreed that I have nothing (another… born, like me, a doctor too), I went to the power station, a little guy wanted money for his dose, I told him a "leave me" and something for the diagnosis and he answered me "say girl, do not be afraid, in a week everything will be over…".
But they are not over. And this is not a bad thing. Because "I finish" is ambiguous.
I'm still here.
Saddened, at the beginning, by 2 "people" who… made it clear in time that "we can not change our daily life for you".
Disappointed, by some in the medical system. At Sotiria I started the chemotherapy with a delay of about 2 months and on March 16, the first day of the lock down, the treatments were postponed (until when, I never learned - fortunately, because if I waited now I might be "another one who died of cancer »). I even see some people giving interviews for the coroner and I wonder: aren't you going to see a patient instead of running for the publicity that you might redeem on a party list?
Enraged, with a private hospital - which I did not pay for and that is why I do not name it - where all she could think about was money (at least the tragic medical team that was watching me).
-I to give you the confirmation that you belong to a vulnerable group, I want 100 -black- euros. (Let me not owe you).
I'm here, even after crying. For metastases, which I hope is a done deal. For hypothyroidism, at a dangerous level for my life. For diplopia in one eye, which will go away when I finish the chemotherapy. Cry a lot. Like all sufferers, others simply choose to upload photos and videos to exorcise the enemy. Courage brothers.
HERE and HAPPY.
For the selfless love of a man who under normal circumstances should only exchange insults every half second. For My Friends who accept all my madness and whims and are always available. (Special for Tsatsanis who shaved his head for support. Find a friend…)
I am happy.
For you who send me messages, even prayers, even though you know that I am "elsewhere", but also for those who did not show the slightest interest, while at the same time "living" the living conditions and the pains of their strangers. (Xepareou… Hypocrites).
I'm HAPPY because the new team watching me at the Metropolitan (which I also do not pay for) is just as stubborn as me.
-Is it worth it to continue the chemotherapy Mrs. Vasilaki?
-Of course. Because 2 cm can become 1,5 cm, 1 cm… But your hair will fall out.
-Okay.
- Mr. Bakarako, ok to do 6 chemotherapies a month and not 1 every 21 days.
-Nice. Next week you will do Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, next Thursday coke. The general hematology and the covid test will precede of course on Tuesday. Ready;
-Such joy! Melt me.
-My young doctor Mrs. Kolokotsa, every time I see your long hair I want out of my jealousy to take out scissors and cut them.
-Do it, Mrs. Karagianni (Ok. She takes care to collect them and we laugh)
I am GRATEFUL for ESIEA, our -self-funded- fund EDOEAP, my "bosses" at ERT who showed interest and mobilized in my multiple demands.
I am still here.
And I remember every day what A. Miller wrote (in Broken Glass): Life is like a deck of cards. You take your own, you look at them and you play with them as best you can.
Thank you all. "
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