"Okay, if the decision is made, then sign it." As a doctor, he behaved very well-behaved and did not intend to interfere with our decision in the slightest.
"Wait a minute, I still have a question." This is a decision that can affect my father's life, how can I be careless? I don't want to bring unpredictable disasters to my father because of my own mistakes.
The attending physician was very calm from beginning to end. "If you have any questions, just ask, don't have any scruples." His tone was quite calm.
"How likely is it to be successful when operating from the right side?" I only dared to ask from the front, because at this time I was very afraid of hearing the word "failure". Maybe there is some "self-deception". However, it is really difficult for me to face the ending of the "failure" of the operation.
"This can't be completely accurate. Because during the operation, some unpredictable accidents are easy to occur"
"I know and understand this, but don't you have any confidence?" The more I listened, the more I felt chills in my heart, so I couldn't help interrupting the unhurried words of the attending physician.
"Under normal circumstances, there should be a 90% success rate." He is also a smart person, and he knew that I was really anxious at a glance, so he stopped rambling, and directly expressed the answer I most wanted to know with Expressed in the most concise way.
Ninety percent! I think anyone would make the same decision after hearing this data. The attending physician's answer undoubtedly gave me a reassurance. Next, without much hesitation, I resolutely signed.
There is a large pile of things, and now I can't remember exactly which ones I signed. However, I know that I am signing as the closest family member of my father. Although the words of the attending physician gave me some confidence, at that time, I still felt that the pen was as heavy as a mountain, because my words were directly related to my father's life. After that, it was the father who signed it himself. When I showed it to my father, my father signed his name directly where I indicated without asking or looking at it. I know that my father did it entirely out of his trust in his son.
Without any ceremony, simply signed a few words, and one of the most important events in our family was confirmed. After several twists and turns and hesitation, my father finally had to have an operation in the Municipal People's Hospital, which we didn't trust much. Maybe a little dramatic, but these are the real facts.
It was at the end of March that my father found out that he had esophageal cancer. Although it feels like years, it is already the beginning of April. Seeing that the Ching Ming Festival is approaching. The attending doctor said that under normal circumstances, the operation should be scheduled around Qingming Festival, but due to the holiday, it had to be postponed for a few days. For this reason, the attending physician also apologized specially. Things have come to this, what else? We had no choice but to answer: "It doesn't matter!"
?Including the Ching Ming holiday, there were still four or five days before the surgery, and the parents who were used to rural life couldn't wait to go back to their hometown immediately. In their own words: "Commercial housing in the city is like a cage. How can you feel comfortable when you open the door and see the road." Of course, my sister and I will not stop it. No one can say for sure what the surgery will be like. Before that, my father had lived as comfortably as he felt.
After my parents went back, I felt very painful. In fact, after I just learned that my father may have cancer, I wanted to take him to Nanjing for treatment immediately. That's because, I know, cancer cells spread very quickly, and every minute of delay, there will be more danger. . However, who would have thought that his father's luck would be so bad. The test report in Tongxiang was delayed for two days due to the interval of a weekend, and the operation arrangement was also postponed due to the Ching Ming holiday. After this tandem, my father's treatment was delayed for at least five days. Thinking of this, for the first time in my heart, I felt a sense of hatred for the holiday. Damn vacation! I couldn't help cursing secretly.
In the next few days, on the surface, it seemed that everything had returned to its usual calm. In addition to going to work, picking up the baby, and cooking, I just sit next to the computer. However, the novel is still unable to write a single word. Because, I am still deeply worried. I was afraid that a few days of delay would make my father's condition worse. Sometimes, I even have the urge to go to Nanjing again. However, I know that even if all subjective and objective factors are excluded, even if I rush to Nanjing immediately, it will not make much sense. Because, if you change to another hospital, you will definitely have to check again, and after the check, you may not be able to perform surgery immediately. Now, going to Nanjing will only delay the time even more.
Of course, I am worried about more than that. As long as there is surgery, there will be risks! This even includes the extremely minor surgery we just went through to enhance the CT scan. Although parents now firmly believe that esophageal cancer is just a minor operation, they have heard from the attending doctorThe teacher described it to me, and I was very clear in my heart that this is definitely a major operation. According to the attending physician, at least two cuts were required, one on the right waist and one on the abdomen. If the situation is not good, then there may be another knife. Is this still minor surgery? Big surgery, big risks! I have also heard that many patients never come off the operating table. Every time I think of such a picture, the worry in my heart will rise to fear. But what can I do? Although I don't believe in religion, at this time, I can only pray to God.
These days, I am afraid of being alone. Because, as long as you are alone, you will inevitably be cranky and worried. Originally, in front of the computer door, typing like flying, it was a kind of spiritual enjoyment, but now, some people just sit blankly, and their hearts are filled with deep worries. Torture, this is a kind of mental torture. At that time, I even suspected that if things go on like this, I, who has always been strong-willed, will gradually become insane until I collapse.
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