My mother accompanies me to see a doctor. Source: Original publication date of this website: March 25, 2010. Background: Enlarge font size and reduce font size. In the winter of 2007, I was about to celebrate my 34th birthday. However, due to the sudden and continuous ideological attacks and mental setbacks, I entered an unprecedented period.

I was sick, unable to sleep at night for more than 20 days, and suffered severe mental failure, which made me unable to work and live normally, and I was admitted to the hospital.

The wife was extremely worried and had no choice but to inform her mother, who was thousands of miles away.

At this time, my mother, who is about to retire, is working enthusiastically and nervously, trying her best to bring a successful conclusion to her career that she has devoted her life to.

After learning the news, my mother endured huge psychological pressure, resolutely put down her work, made arrangements for her sick father at home, and took the night bus, braving the cold for more than ten hours, to arrive at my side.

Although my mother was fully mentally prepared, the severity of my condition was far beyond her expectation. In order not to affect my mood, my mother tried her best to cover up her exhaustion and solemn mood from the long journey and tried her best to express my feelings to her.

I show a strong, relaxed, and lively side.

During my stay in the hospital, my mother tried her best to clear my mind, inject vitality, and cheer me up. However, I still couldn't get rid of the pain, so I had no choice but to go to Beijing to see a doctor.

My mother accompanied me on the train to Urumqi. I gradually fell asleep and woke up under the bumps of the train. During the long and cold night, my mother did not fall asleep for a long time. She got up several times to tuck me in, carefully and carefully using her warm

The down jacket wrapped tightly around my feet, making me feel the warmth of mother's love during the mentally and physically exhausted journey and the unfamiliar crowd. The distant and hazy childhood appeared in front of my eyes. In several difficult moments, my mother was desperate.

Trying to protect my situation.

I was waiting for the flight at my sister's house in Urumqi. It was my birthday. My mother gathered her energy and prepared some delicious food for me. She looked at me being taciturn, losing my appetite, and losing weight day by day. My mother was very sad, but she always maintained her love for her.

With extraordinary endurance and love, she kindly and kindly encouraged me to be strong. However, when she was alone, she shed tears and was burdened with heavy mental pressure.

The day before I went to Beijing Anding Hospital for treatment, my condition reached its peak. I was in a daze and depressed.

At night, my mother and I lived in a small house rented by relatives. The heating effect in the house was not obvious and it was very cold. My mother chose to sleep on a very narrow camp bed under the balcony window. There, I could clearly feel the harsh winter air seeping in outside the window.

It was cold, so I slept on the spacious bed next to the heater, which seemed warmer.

In the middle of the night, for fear that my heavy breathing would disturb my sleep, my mother quietly closed the sliding door of the balcony. With this door closed, the balcony would no longer be able to access the heat source in the house.

That night, my mother tossed and turned and was anxious. Not only was she worried about the burdensome matter of registering for medical treatment tomorrow, but she was also worried about whether I could get through this mental hurdle safely.

That night, I seemed to be influenced and driven by my mother's hardships and deep love, and I seemed to feel obvious signs of improvement in my spirit.

Under the careful care of my mother, my condition was gradually effectively controlled and improved during more than ten days in Beijing.

During the period when I returned home to recuperate, my mother always stayed by my side, insisting on preparing Chinese medicine for me every day, urging me to take it in time and in the right amount, chatting with me during the day, helping me pursue happy past events, and regain my confidence.

Go out for a walk with me and exercise.

A few months later, my mother's retirement time had come, but she was still worried and couldn't bear to leave, so she entrusted a colleague to help with the retirement procedures.

For my sake, my mother, who has loved her career all her life, failed to stick to her last days at work before retiring. I feel very guilty and self-blame.

I recovered from my illness day by day, and gradually got rid of the entanglement of the illness. When I looked carefully at my mother's face, I found that there were clear wrinkles, and the white hair on the temples became more obvious.