Companionship Diary｜Your today is the tomorrow they long for

On the fifty-sixth day when my mother was hospitalized, the next bed was replaced by six patients.
Most of the patients received regular drug injections, ranging from one night to three days before they were discharged.

One of the patients also arranged regular injections of medicines. Because the residence was not far away, and because the children were worried that they would not tell them, her husband would come to pick her up before school time in the afternoon, and then pick up the students from middle and primary schools together. After class, the two children went home to eat and groom. After the children fell asleep, they returned to the ward to continue the treatment.
The couple are very loving, and when the wife feels unwell due to the treatment, the husband always coaxes her softly.

The patient's mother said that she was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease only after she went to the United States to finish her studies. If she could have been detected and treated earlier, she might not have suffered as much as she is now.

From my aunt's words, I tasted the distress and self-blame of being a mother. I was speechless and just smiled.

The patient said in a roundabout way, look, you have embarrassed the atmosphere! Then he coquettishly asked if Dad would come today?

When I arrived in the ward early the next morning, a lot of instruments were suddenly plugged into the bed next door, and strange instruments filled the passage between the beds. The hospital issued the first critical illness notice.

The weather changed overnight, and the low air pressure made my head ache.

Her husband could no longer take vacation due to his work, so he hired a nurse to take care of her.
The patient began to become a little unconscious, and he could always repeat the same words when he spoke—to go home, to find his mother, to find his husband.

On that day, the medical equipment suddenly sounded wildly, and we were asked out of the ward for emergency rescue.

The patient's husband told the visiting friend that in the years since his diagnosis, he has actually received many critical illness notices, thinking that he was already mentally prepared, but yesterday had a very strange dream, which was the first time I dreamed of a god .

On the way to the hospital, I chatted with the taxi driver. In addition to driving the taxi, the driver would go to the temple to sign poems whenever he was free, so the patient's husband told him about this dream.

The taxi driver told him to let him go.

At this point he choked up and continued, "I actually know that, but..."

He suddenly burst into tears, "I'm actually scared, I'm scared of losing her..."

We also paced back and forth nervously outside the door, praying that everything was okay.

After several hours of rescue, she was finally recovered from the gate of hell and transferred to the intensive care unit.

I don't know about their subsequent condition, I hope that like the previous critical illness notices, it's just a false alarm.

Another patient was a girl who was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease at the high school in the Mood for Love. The death of her father made her, the youngest, independent and strong. For more than ten years, she has been in and out of large and small medical institutions by herself, standing upside down and spit phlegm.

One year after that, due to a complicated condition, she had to start kidney dialysis. She still faced it alone and did not want to burden her family.

This time, due to the need for surgery on the hand, I always felt vague pain and weeping when I was on the ward every day after the surgery to clear the sores.
Due to her physical condition, she couldn't bear the anesthesia, and every time she changed the medicine, the unbearable pain that could not be relieved at all, she endured it through gritted teeth. When the drip reaches the hand and the needle can no longer be inserted, it is injected into the leg instead.

Such a strong girl suddenly took a turn for the worse one afternoon, and the hospital issued a critical illness notice.

The girl's brother came over and watched her sister on the hospital bed crying with sadness.
The girl's mother asked her son not to cry in front of his sister, so that the sister would be sad. As she spoke, the girl's mother cried herself.

The doctor took a group of people to start the treatment. He asked the girl's mother to take it easy, and he would use all methods to save it.
The girl's mother thanked the doctor for her care over the past ten years and waited outside the room.

Seeing this, my mother asked me to go home quickly, she would take care of herself, and asked me not to interfere with their work.
In fact, I realized that my mother was in a hurry to rush me home because she was afraid that I would not be able to bear the possible consequences.

Before leaving, I stopped at the door of the room for a while. I believe that the patient and sister have a strong will to survive, and this test will definitely be overcome.

The next morning, I saw that the doctor was still in the ward and felt if someone had pressed the pause button. The picture when he left the afternoon the previous day was completely superimposed with the picture the next morning.

The mother said that after the doctors rescued him all night, the signs of life finally stabilized.

Seeing the girl recovering day by day, the girl's colleagues came to visit, everyone was so happy that she still remembered everyone's names, although she couldn't reply very much, but it was a big step towards the goal of recovery.

On the day my mother was discharged from the hospital, we said goodbye to the mother and daughter and wished each other good health and safety.

Life is so fragile and insignificant. At some moments when I feel overwhelmed and want to give up, I always think of them, thinking about how they worked hard to fight the disease and survive. The unbearable weight and unbearable light seemed to shrink silently.

I hope we can grasp every day of life, whether it is a boring day or a tired and tired day, because these days are so precious and hard to come by for those who try to survive.

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