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092 Trying to Comfort

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    Although I said it very plainly, my heart is still full of ardent hope.  I hope to get an affirmative answer from my father, so that I can justifiably use the boy's father as a breakthrough to enhance his confidence.

    "Well, okay. But I guess his situation is much better than mine, after all, he is almost ten years younger than me!" The father replied with some depression.  It was clear that my father lacked confidence in himself.

    Calling is just an excuse.  In fact, I know very well in my heart that even if he is not younger than his father, his recovery must be better than his father's.  Because the boy's father's tumor was only two centimeters, but his father's was nearly seven centimeters in size.  What's more, now it is clear that my father's esophageal cancer has recurred!  However, I had to say with relief: "This is not necessarily the case. It can only be said that the younger you are, the more likely you will recover well."

    Naturally, the acting must be decent, otherwise, how could my father believe what I said.  I immediately dialed the phone to the boy's father.  His voice was a little phony.  It seems that his recovery situation does not seem optimistic.  I asked him how he was doing.  He said that now he eats like a normal person, three meals a day.  The overall situation is fine, except that one time I was tired of taking my granddaughter, and I felt uncomfortable for a long time that time.  Hearing this, of course I tried my best to persuade him to pay attention to self-cultivation and not to be tired anymore.  He also mentioned that the attending physician emphasized that chemotherapy must be given, but they refused.  From then on, he didn't even go for a review.  I asked him what happened to the scar?  He said that it is fine under normal circumstances, but whenever it is cloudy and rainy, he will feel a little dull pain.

    "How is it? What did he say?" My father asked impatiently when he saw me hang up the phone.

    "His situation is roughly the same as yours." I comforted my father first.  Then, he recounted the half-truth and half-fiction of the conversation with the boy's father.

    Listen to me, when he only ate three meals a day, his father showed a very surprised expression; when he heard that he was sick because of taking his granddaughter, his father accused her of "suicide";  During chemotherapy, my father expressed great empathywhat I said was basically true.

    However, I had to make appropriate modifications when it came to the pain of the scar that my father was most concerned about.  I said, the boy's father is also in pain!  And when it's cloudy and rainy, the feeling is especially strong!  After my father heard this, he naturally thought that his pain was normal, so his mood immediately improved greatly.  When I mentioned that the attending physician of their family was helpless about pain, my father once again expressed the greatest contempt for the doctors of the Municipal People's Hospital.

    I feel that my father's physique seems to have deteriorated greatly.  Therefore, I resolutely let my parents rest for one night before returning to my hometown.  Although my heart was extremely heavy, I had to force myself to smile because my father was by my side.  At noon the next day, after lunch, my parents returned together.  From the time when the CT results came out to when the parents left, although it was only less than a day, it felt extremely long to me.  Because it is really very, very hard to force yourself to suppress your emotions.

    According to my wife, as soon as my parents left, I immediately looked like a different person, with a terribly gloomy face.  In fact, I really wanted to cry at that time.  If crying can change the cruel reality, then I will definitely do so without hesitation.  but I can not.  I have to keep calm.  what to do?  Now how to do?

    The reason why I had to try my best to hide it from my father was because of my father's knowledge of esophageal cancer.  In my father's opinion, esophageal cancer is not terrible. As long as the broken part of the esophagus is removed, there is a high probability of recovery.  In fact, my father has come into contact with many people who have had successful operations for esophageal cancer.  What my father fears most is relapse.  My father firmly believed that once esophageal cancer recurred, it would be impossible for a god to save him. To put it bluntly, he would die for sure!  Therefore, once he let his father know that his esophageal cancer had recurred, his spirit would collapse in all likelihood.

    In fact, it is not only the father who has such an understanding?  In my opinion, if it recurs only three months after the operation, it must be completely over.  From a rational point of view, I agree with the attending physician's point of view. At the last moment, try to improve the quality of life of the father as much as possible, and satisfy the reasonable wishes of the father as much as possible.  But emotionally, I can't accept that my father who has raised me for many years is about to leave me.  I can not be reconciled.  I racked my brains to think, hoping to find a way to save my father even if it was only one in ten thousand possible.

    At this moment, "chemotherapy", which has been rejected many times, came to my mind again.  As the saying goes, "Go to the doctor in a hurry", and I was a typical mentality at that time.  Although I know that "chemotherapy" is very harmful, I still regard "chemotherapy" as the last straw to save my father's life.  Fortunately, I didn't lose all my sanity at the time.  in decision??Before my father "chemotherapy", I called my sister.

    "Sister, since Dad's condition has developed to this stage, let's take a gamble and try 'chemotherapy'!" I said with a heavy heart.  Originally, he planned to discuss it with his sister, but he turned into an affirmative tone when he was in a state of confusion.

    "You didn't say that when you were in the hospital yesterday." My sister questioned in great confusion.

    "The point is, after much deliberation today, I feel that only 'chemotherapy' is the only solution." My tone was full of helplessness.

    "However, don't forget that 'chemotherapy' is a kind of 'death' treatment, and the possibility of success is very low. You'd better think about it, what if it doesn't work? Wouldn't it hurt Dad?  In addition, 'chemotherapy' is very harmful to the human body. You have seen Dad's situation, do you think Dad's physical condition can withstand the damage caused by 'chemotherapy'? Don't say it may not be effective, even if it is  It works, don¡¯t kill the cancer cells, kill the people!¡±

    Maybe my sister is trying to wake me up, so the words are a bit heavy.  "Then what should I do now? I can't just ignore it, right? Just watching my father I, I can't do it, and I can't stand it!" My sister's persuasion seemed to explode my long-repressed emotions.  , I almost yelled to my sister.

    "Calm down! No one told you to ignore it. Even if you are willing, I will not! It's just that this matter can't be solved on the spur of the moment. You must think of a solution. Even if you really want to 'chemotherapy', then  We also have to weigh the pros and cons first, to see whether the pros outweigh the cons or the cons outweigh the pros." (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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