When I was a child, when I got sick, I was placed in a hospital, with another girl lying with me in the chamber. When her mother came to her, she brought all kinds of food, in the hospital was poorly fed, I was constantly feeling hungry, most of all I remembered how the mother of this girl fed us purée from a pot, a spoon to her daughter, a spoon to me, fed one spoon from one pot. My mother did not come because we were poor, and lived in the hall and placed me in the city hospital. My mom probably had no money to travel. I wanted to thank this mother, who was not indifferent to someone else’s child, feeding and caring for me as her own child. The case was in the city of Shymkent, Kazakhstan.



YYY: It reminded me. I had a similar situation 22 years ago, at the age of 6 I was placed in the hospital to remove two hernia, and my mother was not allowed with me, she was in shock, cried, tried to stiffness, but nothing worked, some quarantine was.

We lived in a regional town, so at the time of my hospitalization, my mother settled in the city with distant relatives and every day before the operation came to me, she was not allowed to get up to the floor, she was waiting at the bottom for me to meet. Then I came, too, but I couldn’t get down.

And at first there were no seats in the chambers, I and a few more guys one day "lie" on the sofas in the hallway, my mom only learned about it afterwards, otherwise I would probably have killed everyone. But it was such a mess, no one complained, it was even fun.

As a result, of course, everyone was transferred to the chambers, with me in one was the mother and son, the son was a teenager, but helpless. I don't remember the diagnosis, but something serious, so he was allowed with my mom.And this mom helped me before and after the operation, when I couldn't get up for a couple of days. She cared for me during the processing of the chamber, and generally cared for me.

I still remember this warmth and care, sad that I can't thank her again.

And the happiest memory of that episode is how I was released, and I go down the elevator to the 1st floor, and there my mom with the papers is already waiting for me to go home. Such an unforgettable happiness.



zzz: I was 11 years old when I first got into nephrology with acute pyelonephritis. The case was in August, at the same time I was placed in the chamber with a little girl, 1.5-2 years old, she came to the sea with her parents and also fell ill. Her parents merged her to the hospital, and they continued to rest, well, well. And this poor man clinged to me like a tail, everywhere with me at the pen, under the toilet door she stood while I walked, we went to the injections together, I held her, only I would leave - right away in the city. Really, the door opens, the dealer looks and cries, "Mommy, take the doll and eat."Renata, who was in the nephrology of Sochi, hello to you!



From there, the memory is 90 years old, there is nothing to eat at home, and in the hospital with a diet table, there is nothing to talk about. And at the same time brought somewhere from Russia onco-children, apparently "breathing through the window southern air." And we sit in the dining room, we have kidneys, water in a plate with lonely cabbage, and they have sandwiches with red caviar, which they don’t even look at.