Six years ago, my mother had bile duct cancer. The town hospital found out and the Municipal People's Hospital confirmed the diagnosis. My sister and brother-in-law sent my mother to Shanghai Huashan Hospital the next day.
1. Can’t survive.
I flew to Shanghai urgently from Tianjin and stopped my mother in the ward: Mom, let’s go home!
In the car, I saw my mother’s despair and loss.
I said quietly, Mom, please don’t wrong me. Doing the surgery or not is all for your own good.
You are almost 80, you can't stand this kind of trouble.
2. You can’t die.
But my mother has jaundice all over her body, itches terribly, and her skin and flesh are raw from scratching. What should I do?
Early the next morning, I went to the outpatient clinic of the People's Hospital. After explaining my condition, the doctor asked, "You are very funny. If you don't perform surgery in the big hospital in Shanghai, why would you go to my small hospital?"
I said, why not.
Our hospital can perform liver lobectomy. All I ask is that you insert a drainage tube.
The doctor said there was no problem.
But my mother had given up all hope and wanted to die. She firmly refused and tried to persuade her to no avail.
Five or six neighbors also offered good advice.
I had no choice but to plop down on my knees in front of the bed and cry loudly.
The two mothers hugged each other and cried.
3. Mom gets mad.
After the intubation surgery, bile was discharged from the drainage tube every day, and the mother's jaundice subsided quickly.
No pain, no swelling, no itching, I can eat, drink and sleep.
My hometown has the highest incidence rate of liver cancer in the world, and many people can live for three months.
When death comes, my mother will inevitably feel upset.
One day during dinner, my mother smashed the rice bowl on the table and said, I've been eating leftovers for you all my life, and now you still let me eat.
This is what my second aunt is imitating, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. My mother is kind and kind, and I have never seen her angry.
In fact, we often made our mother angry when we were young, but now we have no memory of her being angry at all.
4. Everyone does his best.
My mother is seriously ill and my father is old.
Fortunately, my second brother and sister-in-law rushed back from Yunnan.
The eldest brother is working in other places and cannot manage his own son well, so he cannot contribute money or effort; the second brother is paralyzed, and the second sister-in-law, who is thin and sick, does everything at home. They do not contribute money but only their efforts; I am in Tianjin and can only
Just provide money but not effort.
My father had one thousand, my mother had one thousand, and my second brother had three thousand. My salary at that time was only 5,000 to 6,000.
My sister and her husband go home every weekend, wash and cook, eat and drink, and contribute money and effort.
I think the most harmonious family relationship in the world is nothing more than this.
5. A narrow escape from death.
My mother gets high fever once or twice a month, and the phone call she always gives me is that she is dying.
The first thing I said when I saw my mother was, Mom, are you not dead yet?
My mother definitely said that the King of Hell would not accept it.
I often ask my mother, are you afraid of death?
Mom said, not afraid.
I said, that's right. You see, others with the same disease can only live three months or four months, but you now live for half a year or a year.
Every day is earned.
Before leaving, I would say, Mom, I will make money for you, you can eat and play, don’t work, or die, wait for me to come back.
Mom would say, I won’t close my eyes until you come back.
6. The will is invalid.
My mother had been ill for a year and a half and was in the hospital, where she was dying. I went home and saw my mother dying.
My mother’s will was not to go home but to be cremated directly.
I know that my mother doesn't want to trouble us, and she doesn't even want to trample the vegetable patch in front of our house.
I agreed that it would be okay to do the jobs of my father, brother and sister, but my cousins ??and aunties firmly opposed it and threatened that if they didn't go home according to custom, none of them would attend the funeral.
So, okay, lie to mom and go home.
Let the doctor say: Old lady, you may live for three days, or you may live for three months, or you may live for three years. What should you do if you are hospitalized?
As soon as my mother heard this, she immediately asked to go home and went home in the evening.
7. Thought correction.
I criticized my father for watching you, your brother playing cards, and you sitting next to him for hours.
You can't sit with your mother for more than a few minutes when she's dying.
Unexpectedly, my father burst into tears: We are deaf and blind, so we have nothing to say.
Mom talked about how Dad sold the family's rice, left four children and ran away from home.
I said, Mom, why are you bothering?
Why do you only remember the bad things about others but not the good things about others?
When a couple quarrels, what they say and do is meaningless.
Look, they are eighty or ninety years old and they still need to have their minds corrected.
8. Life and death have feelings.
Three years later, my mother fell down and broke five ribs. A month later, she fell again and the drainage tube was uprooted.
Mom sang and recited and danced.
I knew that my mother fell into hepatic coma and would never return.
At the funeral, facing my parents and fellow villagers, I couldn't squeeze out a single tear.
I am worthy of my mother when I have a filial son at my bedside after a long illness.