My first acquaintance with hospice patients took place several years before I came to work there as a psychologist. One of my friends, Irina, visited the hospice from the 11th Minsk hospital as a volunteer. She fed bedridden patients, took patients in wheelchairs to the streets for whom the doctor allowed them to walk, talked with them, and read to those who could no longer do this on their own. I was impressed by her courage, caring, and prudence. Irina talked about the patients she interacted with. One day she said that several of her charges were discharged from the hospital. This was a surprise for me. – How did you get discharged? Are people discharged from hospice? Have they recovered? “I was surprised. “Yes, they are discharged when it gets better, and after a while they can go to the hospital again,” Irina answered, and invited me to visit the hospice with her next time. I agreed, and went to the hospice several times with Irina. From my first visit to the hospice, I remember the patient Nina - a woman over 50 with the last stage of oncology. She was not bedridden. Nina was sitting at the table; on the table there was a vase of berries and an open book. We met her, she kept up the conversation, she was a little inhibited, she said that nothing hurt her, but it seemed that only her body was in the room, and her soul had already found another refuge for itself. Then, when I was already working in a hospice, some patients said that sometimes they couldn’t even understand whether they were still “here” or whether their soul was already “there”. When I came to work at the hospice as a psychologist, I already knew that Hospice patients are discharged from the hospice that you can talk with them on any topic, that many patients laugh and joke with pleasure. I remember my first patients well. Victor is a handsome, athletic man over 50. He said that at the hospice doctors saved him from death when it was already very close. Vladimir dressed beautifully and went out for a walk with friends and relatives who visited him. He didn't look like a seriously ill person at all. Doctors selected painkillers for him, nurses administered IVs with drugs that cleansed the body, psychologists provided psychological support. Victor loved to talk with psychologists on spiritual and religious topics, he liked discussions. Victor completed a course of treatment, he was given medications, and he was discharged from the hospital. He was re-admitted to hospice care a few months later. “Victor is unconscious, his blood pressure is very low,” said a fellow psychologist. “The doctors are trying to bring him out of this condition. Maybe it will be possible to save a person, like last time,” she added. But this time the doctors were unable to save Victor. There remains a bright memory of a short but sincere friendship. Vladimir loved to smoke. He was over 60. He never gave up this habit in the hospice. We talked with him in the hospital courtyard when he went out there with cigarettes, talked in the ward, or sitting on chairs at the entrance to the hospice hospital. “I could help the janitor remove the leaves,” Vladimir said on those autumn days when he felt quite good. He stood at the hospice window and waved to me as I walked home. While rushing to work in the morning, I noticed his smile in the window of the ward. Vladimir also spent time in the hospice several times. He died in the hospital on a big church holiday. It was fun in the double men's ward. Ruslan, sitting on the bed, told various funny stories and anecdotes. This helped him forget about the pain, which medications could not always cope with. Evgeniy lay quietly on the bed and smiled. Evgeniy and I enjoyed listening to Ruslan. - Zhenya! Zhenya! – Ruslan suddenly exclaimed. “You can’t lie like that all the time with your arms folded on your chest!” The psychologist will leave now, I will fall asleep, and they will come for you and take you out of the room, deciding that you have died. And it will be too late to prove that this is not so! It happens that the disease recedes for a while to givea person has the opportunity to experience, feel, say, do, and comprehend what he did not have time to do. At this time, forgiveness, friendship, support, and understanding are born. Happy is the one to whom this was given..... .... .... ....The article was published in the newspaper "Medical Bulletin" on November 22, 2018. in the section "Literary competition. With" urgent help". *** My first acquaintance with hospice patients was a few years ago, since I went to work there with psychologists. Adna May known - Iryna, visited the hospice hell of the 11th Minsk hospital and Ikast Valancer. Yana cared for the kneeling patients, transported them on disabled vases to the streets of the patients who were giving walks, prayed with them, read them, who could not stand on their own. I was passionate about courage, playfulness, and recklessness. Iryna told the great patients she was in contact with, and she finally said that several of the patients had been discharged from the hospital. For me, this was not a good idea. “How did you check out?” Are you being discharged from the hospice? Have Yana recovered? – I said. “So, I’m getting out of bed when the molds become, and just for some time you can go to the hospital for a long time,” said Iryna, and asked me to visit the hospice again. I remember visiting the hospice several times. Since my first visit to the hospice, I remember the patient Nina, a woman over 50 in the advanced stage of the anarchy. Yana was not a frog. Nina sat down at the steel, on the steel there was a vase with berries and an open book lay. We knew about her, she was shaking, she was tired, she knew that she didn’t care, but she was afraid that in the palace of knowledge only I was safe, and my soul had already been found for myself Others are pristine. Then, when I was already working at the hospice, some patients said that for hours they could not understand what is “here” and what their soul is “there”. When I went to the hospice to work with psychologists, I already knew that patients are discharged from the hospice, that they can be discussed on various topics, that many patients with anxiety and fever Well done. I remember my first patients fondly. Viktar is a jumper, a sporty man over 50. He reveals that in the hospice the doctors were raising hell to death, and Kaliyana was already very sick. Uladzimir jumping aprana, going out for a walk on the street at times with friends and piles that visited me. They wouldn't be like the sick man of Chalavek. The doctors cleared the pit of pain, the nurses administered sprinklers to the doctors who ached the arganism, the psychologists provided psychological support. Vectar of any paralysis from psychologism on spiritual and religious themes, the pit fell into discussion. Victar completed a course of treatment, the pit was removed from the medication, and he was discharged from the hospital. She has been suffering from hospice care for several months. “Viktar is in an unpretentious state, and the price is low,” said Kalega, a psychologist. - Urachy starts to wail for Yago. “Maybe at the end of the day we’ll get back to the chalavek, just like yesterday,” Yana said. The doctors were no longer able to get back Viktar once again. A bright memory was left behind in a sad, sad, sad year. Yam was over 60. She still hasn’t developed well and is in hospice care. We prayed with them at the ballroom courtyard, when we went out there with cigarettes, we prayed in the palace, or we sat on the chairs for the exit to the hospice hospital. “I could tell the janitor to fish the forest,” says Uladzimir on this spring day, when he begins to feel bad this winter. He stood in front of the hospital room and waved his hand at me as I left the lady. Sleeping on the bed, I smiled at the room in the room. Uladzimir the dachshund goes to the hospice several times. He died at the ballroom on the royal holy wall. The two-meat man's palace was cheerful. Ruslan, sitting on a spoon, tells various funny stories and anecdotes. Geta created a hole of forgetting about the pain, for which no cure was given. The little girl lies down on the spoon and laughs. Yaugens and I have been hearing Ruslan for a long time. - Zhenya! Zhenya! - Ruslan raptam. – Nelga is all".