І наостанок

Henri Marsh, neĭrokhirurh iz bahatorichnym staz͡hem, uz͡he na pensiï. Vin borovsi͡a za li͡udsʹki z͡hytti͡a, a teper sam opynyvsi͡a v sytuat͡siï, shcho moz͡he staty ĭoho smertnym vyrokom. U t͡siĭ knyz͡ht͡si vin pyshe pro zaplutanyĭ shli͡akh vid likari͡a do pat͡sii͡enta, bo teper vin - uz͡he ne v likarsʹkomu khalati, a na kartt͡si khvoroho - ĭoho prizvyshche. Henri Marsh notui͡e spohady pro mynule ta rozmirkovui͡e pro spravy, i͡aki treba zavershyty. I zaraz vin bilʹshe, niz͡h budʹ-koly, zacharovanyĭ tai͡emnyt͡si͡amy nauky i mozku, krasoi͡u svitu pryrody ta li͡ubov"i͡u do svoi͡eï rodyny. "I naostanok" - elehiĭna, vidverta, svitla i pronyzlyva knyz͡hka pro z͡hytti͡a, smertʹ i te, shcho, zreshtoi͡u, mai͡e znachenni͡a.

Henry Marsh, a neurosurgeon with many years of experience, is already retired. He fought for human lives, and now he is in a situation that could become his death sentence. In this book, he writes about the complicated path from doctor to patient, because now he is no longer in a doctor's robe, but on the patient's card — his last name. Henry Marsh notes memories of the past and reflects on the tasks that need to be completed. And now, more than ever, he is fascinated by the secrets of Science and the brain, the beauty of the natural world and the love of his family. "And finally" is an elegiac, Frank, Bright and poignant book about life, death and what, in the end, matters.