I give my father a bottle of hydrolyzed egg whites every day. The hospital asked famous doctors in Chinese medicine hospital to prescribe Chinese medicine. Every day, I go to the suburbs to find aloe vera to help my father's liver area apply externally to relieve the pain, and make time to talk to my father. It was not until July 31, 1977 that he was given an intramuscular injection of morphine. On this day, my father was in a good mood and invited a barber to have a haircut. My daughter-in-law wiped his back until about eight o'clock in the evening, and my father left, leaving a smiling face.
Speaking of me, my feelings are as follows: First, it's a pity that I am a doctor, and there is nothing I can do in the face of cancer; Second, I tried my best to keep my father alive for more than three months in the late stage of cancer, out of the expectation of the hospital medical staff and famous doctors in traditional Chinese medicine hospital ...
The memorial service a few days later was packed with hospital staff, health system leaders, friends of my father before his death, those who were cured by my father, as well as hometown leaders and relatives, villagers in Xunhui village, leaders of Xiapeng Health Center, etc., and the wreath was also out of specification ..
My father died at the age of 7. He did it. I will inherit my father's legacy, serve the patients wholeheartedly, and never live up to my father's expectations!
photo: my parents.
My heart is tugging, and I wake up in the middle of the night as if there is a big stone pressing on my chest. I think that I will lose her one day soon and I will never see her again in this world, so I feel unbearable, and I am surrounded by anxiety, despair and helplessness all the time. This is the reaction that I just learned that my 41-year-old sister has advanced rectal cancer. I have these words about cancer in Baidu every day, and I search for positive energy cases about anti-cancer success every day and give them to her. Afraid of losing, afraid of leaving, afraid of leaving forever ...
My father's death 15 years ago was a great blow to me. At that time, I was so ignorant. I didn't take a day off to accompany my father to the hospital. I didn't take any time to talk to my father. How could I be so numb and selfish at that time ... I can't forgive myself now. For my father, it's always a pain in my heart ...
I just walked out of the haze and I cherish everything I have. The only thing I can do is to love my relatives as much as I can, cherish every day and every moment I spend with them, let my old mother live in peace and raise my two sons ...
I hope God will have mercy on me again and give my elder sister a chance to continue to live, so that we can accompany me.
more than two years ago, I suddenly received a phone call from my father saying that my mother had cancer. I had an incredible feeling that my mother, who had always been healthy and had never been hospitalized, would be terminally ill? ! Then I panicked, my legs were weak, my voice trembled, but I was forced to face it directly. My family discussed keeping it from my mother, saying that it was a severe gastric ulcer and taking her to the hospital for examination. I was always afraid of revealing the truth and almost dared not look at her face. I felt that my mother who was concealed was very pitiful, even deprived of the opportunity to decide her own destiny, and was passively pushed to the hospital by her closest relatives. I have been struggling whether I should tell the truth.
During that time, while cajoling and cajoling my mother, I contacted hospitals and doctors to discuss treatment plans. Surgery, chemotherapy, groaning and vomiting ... forced everyone in my family to be unable to breathe, and it was hard to sleep. My mother lost weight rapidly, aged and haggard, and her original round skin was shriveled and drooping. So was my family. I didn't know how long it would last, and I didn't know if I was right or wrong. At one time, I could hardly bear it.
In the past two years, I have been in treatment. My mother gradually learned the truth and had several crises, but all of them survived. I admire my mother's strength and pray to give her a chance to gradually stabilize her condition.
My mother has esophageal cancer, which is malignant. After the test results come out, there is nothing she can do but worry. The disease can't be cured all over the world. Who can I ask? I have to hide it from my mother and tell her it's an ulcer. I'll be fine after the operation! After half a year's operation, the tumor in the liver has spread. I heard that the liver metastasis will eventually be very painful and uncomfortable, and I am particularly afraid. I often pretend to ask her casually that I don't feel any pain in my body! She shook her head happily and said no, she felt very good, definitely better! Maybe you can't imagine what it was like to look at her smiling face and be a child! We can only hide from her and cry outside! Hold the last glimmer of hope! I always hoped that Chinese medicine would be as magical as I imagined when I took her to other places to seek help from an old Chinese medicine practitioner. The old Chinese medicine practitioner prescribed several medicines and told her to go back and drink them, saying that it was all right. In fact, it was only later that my wife asked the old Chinese medicine practitioner behind our back, and the old Chinese medicine practitioner told her that all her organs had failed and there was no way to treat her. Just prescribed a few pairs of medicine! Not long after, my mother died of a lung attack first! Now that three years have passed, I still often dream of taking my mother everywhere for medical treatment, and I am anxious and hope for a miracle! Every time I wake up, I burst into tears!
I also personally experienced the feeling that my mother and brother suffered from cancer. My mother suffered from gastric cancer and turned to liver cancer in 1976, when I was only eight years old. However, I was not very sensible at that time, but I still clearly remembered the scene of my mother's death. I only knew that my mother left us forever on the eighth day of July, 1976. When I learned that my brother went to the hospital for a malignant tumor because of his right abdominal pain last February, I felt that the sky was falling down. Of the three of us, my brother is the best. This sudden illness is hard for me to accept, because my illness has not been completely cured at that time. At that time, I pinned my hopes on my brother, but I didn't expect him to suffer from this disease. My brother left in March this year, and my son left. Now I think of them every night, and I can't help but shed tears when I think about it.
First of all, my heart must be sad. The second is to persuade him to calm down and accept treatment, and not to have too much mental pressure, and analyze according to the severity of the illness. If it is late, I suggest eating well and not demanding too much. Psychotherapy is the most important thing. Don't drag down a family.
Don't listen to the doctor's advice unilaterally. First, the human body needs nutrition and can't go hungry to fight cancer. It should eat nutritious things. Second, it's not enough to just listen to the doctor's advice. Surgery is traumatic, and it's even more difficult for the human body to improve its resistance after the operation. There is an old Chinese doctor's saying that people can live a long life if they are sick. As long as people can eat and absorb it, there is no big problem! Protect your spleen and stomach!
It rained all night. When my husband was in a car accident just one and a half months ago, he suddenly couldn't defecate. When he went to the hospital for colonoscopy, he found a huge tumor, so he didn't have time to wait for the results of the biopsy. He had surgery the next day. On the one hand, he coaxed him into saying that it was just inflammation, and he had a minor operation. I was really in a state of anxiety. The only thing I could do, who had experienced cancer, was to cheer myself up and comfort my husband. After sending him to the operating room in the morning, I tried to hold the bench My brother told me to drink water, but I said I wasn't thirsty. You know, I usually don't leave my hand after radiotherapy and chemotherapy. At 11: 3, the doctor told me that the tumor weighed more than eight kilograms with a large basin of cut intestines. Fortunately, I didn't transfer it, so I sat down. I found that my lower body was completely soaked and my urine was all over me. I was unconscious at that time. It was the weather in October of the lunar calendar. Now that my husband has survived for thirteen years, I think all the hardships he suffered at that time were worth it. May my husband and I be healthy, and may all cancer patients in the world cross that path.
First of all, I must be sad. After all, this is not a good thing. The second is to persuade him to calm down and accept treatment, and not to have too much mental pressure, and analyze according to the severity of the illness. If it's late, I suggest eating well and not demanding too much. Psychotherapy is the most important thing. Don't drag down a family.
It is sad that a relative has cancer, but everyone has the right to know his physical condition. Everyone has the right to choose how to struggle when facing death. You think the so-called "white lie" deprived him of the right to choose when facing death.
First of all:
You don't know what the patient really thinks, that is, when he knows that he is terminally ill, does he want to be actively treated or let nature take its course to spend his last time safely. You made the decision for him, and you helped him decide whether to treat him or not. Maybe he doesn't want to continue treatment. Maybe he wants to continue treatment. You don't know what the other person really thinks, because it's not us who are facing death, and you have no right to make a choice for the patient.
Secondly:
Imagine how you would spend this month if we knew clearly that we had only one month left in our life. I think most people will try their best to do what they want to do but haven't done yet. Both young people and old people will do important things that they haven't had time to do in their lives. But if we really have only one month left, but we don't know this situation. How will you spend this month? You will work hard to make money or idle away your time as usual, and then wait until the last moment of your life to say sadly, why didn't I spend the last time well? Why didn't I do anything meaningful? Yes, if you choose to hide it, you deprive the patient of his right to choose how to spend his last time.
I don't think this kind of concealment is correct. If you don't know if you are doing this right, please think about it. What if this happens to yourself and someone else expires? What will happen to you?