The word ‘weekend’ has always been in quotation marks for us. When a patient is in severe pain or has a problematic symptom, it doesn’t matter whether it’s Saturday, Sunday, or a holiday—they call, and you can’t just ignore them. Very often, weekends became a series of calls and visits. So technically, we had days off, but in reality, we never did. And this went on for years.
Ksenia: Do you have any personal rituals or methods to deal with fatigue and emotional stress? Maybe your family helps?
Maral: Sometimes my colleague and I go somewhere by the water—we just sit in silence and relax. Sometimes we go for coffee together, just to sit, be close to each other, and take a breath.
Regarding family… our children rarely see us. I have a daughter. Once, I asked her, ‘Would you like to become a doctor?’ She looked at me and said, ‘No. Work around the clock for a small salary? No, thank you.’ She firmly decided she would never be a doctor.
Ksenia: How old is your daughter?
Maral: She’s 17 now.
Ksenia: Do you tell her about your work? Do you share stories about your patients?
Maral: Sometimes, yes. Once, something funny happened. At school, they had a topic about pain relief. My daughter—she was in 3rd or 4th grade then—suddenly started telling the teacher and classmates about morphine, tramadol, and fentanyl, including their side effects and how long they last. Of course, the teacher was shocked—a young child talking about opioid analgesics as if she were a medical student!
I was summoned to the school. The teachers and school management suspected there might be a drug issue in the family. I had to clarify that I am a doctor specialising in palliative care, and that my child simply overhears my conversations with patients and colleagues. I even brought my medical diploma to demonstrate it! After that, everyone relaxed.
Ksenia: I’m sure they’ll never forget what palliative care is now!
Maral: Sometimes you end up educating people in the most unexpected ways. You never know when this knowledge might be useful to someone.
Ksenia: How did you come to work at the First Children’s Hospice in Bishkek?
Maral: Earlier, I worked alongside the hospice—mainly with adult patients, though sometimes also with teenagers. Occasionally, I would consult colleagues from the hospice on pain management.
Then the Soros Foundation ceased funding home-based palliative services, and we found ourselves without work. I was offered a position back at a polyclinic, but I didn’t want to take it. That’s when
Olga Trukhanova invited me to join the First Children’s Hospice as a doctor—and I’ve been working there for three years now.
Initially, I was hesitant to work with children. It’s a very specialised field, with its own nuances and challenges, and I’m not a paediatrician. Moreover, as a mother myself, I find that it also influences how I experience things. When you work with adults, they make their own decisions. But with children, decisions are made by the parents—you work closely not only with the patient but also with the entire family. That demands a particular approach. I had to start learning from scratch—reading, searching for materials, looking for answers—because there are hardly any ready-made resources available here.
It’s still the most emotionally challenging for me to work with the youngest patients, especially newborns.