Yes, it's my dad.
When I was singing and choosing dishes, I received the unfortunate news from my mother. On the phone, she deliberately pretended to be very calm and told me, "This kind of life is really boring." I knew my mother had something to say, so I asked, "What's the matter?" "Your father's illness may be more serious than mine. Today, we went to the county people's hospital ... "My mother's tone was calm, not even a trill, but I figured it out, and my mother on the other end of the phone was upset. My heart is shaking. If I look for a mirror in front of myself, it must be a panicked face.
Accustomed to life and death, my mother's tone and speech speed on the other end of the phone were unremarkable: "The B-ultrasound list said that there was a space-occupying lesion in the left lung, and the doctor was afraid that I didn't understand it and said that there was a tumor. It took your father two months to go to the hospital because of his sore wrist. Isn't it lymphatic metastasis? In recent days, your father felt sick and vomited after eating vegetables. If this is the case, it will be a guest appearance for half a year at most. " My mother guessed from the diagnosis results of the county people's hospital, my father's reaction and her own experience.
"There may be something wrong with B-ultrasound. The doctor gave a CT list and said that further examination is needed. I got off work in the morning and made an appointment in the afternoon. "
"Mom, you don't worry. The results of CT examination come out and then make plans. " I comforted my mother and hung up. I carefully filtered my mother's words, and my heart was so jammed that I couldn't breathe and shed tears.
After my mother had physical problems last year, I mobilized my younger brother to persuade my father to give up smoking. Smoking is either bad or bad, but my father doesn't want to go to the hospital for a physical examination. He is afraid of physical problems. If something goes wrong, he has to give up smoking and drinking. Smoking and drinking is my father's life. For my father, smoking and drinking are much more important than eating. If you don't smoke, you will not be interested in life. I thought everything would be all right after my father gave up smoking. My heart tossed and turned, held hostage by regret and regret. I absently cooked a meal for more than two hours, but I couldn't bear to chew it.
"Why not drag dad to the hospital when he quit smoking? Even if you push and pull, you have to pull him. Dad has given up smoking for eight or nine months-if it is really that kind of disease, there will definitely be greater hope sooner or later.
Although, since I was born, my father and I have not been very close. But he is still my father and the closest person in my life. At the age of twenty, I suddenly had uterine bleeding and my menstruation came for a month. At that time, the ignorant were fearless, and now I shudder to think about it. After more than 30 doses of Chinese medicine, menopause has not come yet. After the doctor prescribed progesterone, menstruation came, followed by landslides and rough waves. Change a menstrual towel every ten minutes. At that time, I thought my blood might be hollowed out and I would die. My mother woke my father in the middle of the night. In the silver moonlight, my father drove my mother and me on a motorcycle and knocked on the doctor's door.
Memories fell on the past more than ten years ago, and tears flowed underground.
Mom has been ill for almost a year, and dad has to take care of three meals a day. Hearing that patients had "cancer" and wanted to eat more ducks, my father specially raised more than 40 ducks and 30 chickens for his mother. Buy it at a high price and feed it for at least half a year. Besides weeds, the food for chickens and ducks is corn, inexhaustible vegetables, rice, leftovers and no feed at all.
Dad is a master of electric eels and loaches. Dad's fishing machine is simple and easy to use. A white hip flask with a 36-amp battery, two thin bamboos with thick thumbs, a wire four or five meters long and a small net were cut down from the mountain and made into a thick wire. The wires are fixed to the anode and cathode of the small battery respectively. Soon, a simple fishing machine was made. Fishing machines go out and wander around farmland or ditches for an hour or two. When dad came back, beige loach and eel jumped around in the fish basket. It weighs two or three kilograms. When you are lucky, it weighs four or five kilograms. It is said that wild loach and eel are the most blood-enriching. My mother eats these rare things that ordinary people can't get or are too lazy to get. She is strictly forbidden.
What will my mother do if my father is ill? Afterwards, my mother told me that if your father got that serious illness, I would have to follow him to death. One front foot and one back foot. If you don't die of illness, you will die suddenly.
"Mom, what's the matter with you? Your eyes are red. " My eight-year-old daughter, Sui Sui, asked me curiously when I walked out of the kitchen.
I sniffed my nose and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, pretending as if nothing had happened: "Nothing!" "
In the afternoon, I called my mother and asked if I needed to go to the hospital. Mom said no, the appointment time for CT is the afternoon after tomorrow. Now the doctor suspects that my father has a tumor in his left lung. My family and I were a little confused and became a group of frightened birds. I tried my best to control my panic and didn't dare to think much. I could only wait for the test results. Fear, worry and tears will not go far because of my restraint. They are like a pair of strong big hands, holding my brain tightly and trying to completely manipulate my mind.
I just need to be distracted, and my heart won't feel so bad. But you can't be distracted. If doubt turns into diagnosis, since my father's only daughter and son, that is, my brother, are not at home, the responsibility of taking care of the family naturally falls on my shoulders. In order not to have regrets, I have to make some preparations in advance.
I don't trust the technology and equipment of the county people's hospital to judge the treatment of serious illness. Stay by your mobile phone before eight o'clock the next morning, and the Pocket Xiangya APP will be numbered on time at eight o'clock. It happened that my mother was going to Xiangya for reexamination. It was only five or six minutes after I hung up the appointment number of "Breast Department" for my mother, and the appointment number of "Respiratory Department" was robbed. During the epidemic, the hospital reservation number was tight. I really don't know why there are so many patients in the world who have to go to big hospitals for treatment because of serious illness. I dialed my mother's phone in despair. At eight o'clock on the third morning, I specially registered for my father. At the beginning, every doctor, whether an expert, chief physician or general clinic, had a number. I wanted to find a respiratory specialist for my dad, and I robbed him for three minutes. I didn't get the specialist number, so I had to hang the chief physician number. The chief physician's number was also robbed. When I went to hang up the general outpatient number, there was no number.
My parents are still so young, only in their fifties, and my grandparents have lived to be in their eighties. Do parents have to be so short-lived Mother sighed, felt sorry for herself, regretted it, and blamed herself for blaming her father for the illness, which caused too many mistakes.
The next day is Sunday. In the afternoon, my aunt called me and asked me to take my children after online classes to the gym downstairs to play badminton. I readily agreed. Stuffed in the house, my brain is like a runaway wild horse. I can't pull the reins. I'd better get some air and decompress.
When I arrived at the stadium, my aunt's face was heavy. Serve, catch, talk. The topic is unavoidable for mom and dad. My aunt's focus is not only on my father, but also on my very old grandmother. Grandma has only two daughters, my mother and my aunt, and my father is a son-in-law. If parents get sick together, the courage to support grandma falls on my aunt's shoulders, and her aunt is in poor health. My aunt heard from my grandmother that my father's wrist hurts and he vomits when he eats vegetables, plus the doctor's suspicion. The more I talk to my aunt, the more desperate I am, and the more I talk, the more scared I am. I have to change the subject and talk about something pleasant.
The sky is blue and the air is fresh. The stadium is open. We play badminton in a rectangular volleyball court surrounded by green barbed wire. During the epidemic, there were few people. The empty sky and the ground suddenly swept away the haze hanging over my aunt and me, and it suddenly became clear. At least, it's much better than staying at home and thinking.
Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, the sky was pressing on the ground, and the rain fell like Xue Huadian on the old TV, splashing small water in the puddle, like bubbles spit out by fish. I rode an electric car to the People's Hospital, and my trouser legs and sleeves were wet by the rain, but I didn't care so much. I immediately called my mother and dialed three or four times, but no one answered.
I searched back and forth in the radiology department and the outpatient building several times, and finally my mother got through. She said in a hurry that she forgot to wear a mask, and now she is buying a mask. Small supermarkets only have dust masks. I also heard my father yelling and urging on the phone. I said that I specially brought two more medical masks for them to spare.
Dad saw me and asked with a straight face, "What are you doing here?" "I will accompany you." I answered with a smile. After the appointment form was handed over to the doctor, I showed my mother the B-ultrasound form and didn't miss a word. "Mom, look at this space-occupying lesion of the left lung, with a"? " You're so sure. It scared you. Don't worry, wait until the test results come out. "I sat beside my mother and comforted softly.
My dad stood by, and I watched him carefully. He is a 57-year-old rural man, with thick black hair and one-third white hair, a dark red face, but few wrinkles, a straight back and a loud voice. He used to look majestic. I whispered to my mother, "Look, my dad is no older than his peers, unlike someone who is seriously ill."
"Your father is at home these days and sings every night. He is pretending, afraid that I will be in a hurry. "
I'm afraid of sitting in a hurry when I wait for the test results. I specially asked my mother to go shopping with me. Soon, my father followed. I changed the subject sentence by sentence, and when the three of us returned to the hospital, the test results came out.
Every time I receive the test results, my mother deliberately sits still. I picked it up with fear and fear. People who haven't tasted this taste can't understand it. My mother's small intestine is punctate. When she received the inspection report from the First Affiliated Hospital of Guangxi Medical University, her voice trembled and she could not speak. Fortunately, the intestines are damaged by insects, a kind of trouble called hookworm and protozoa. As I get older, I'm scared.
My mom just stared at my face. My face is a picture. My mother can tell if they are seriously ill by looking at the map.
I turned to my father's name in the checklist, and my heart thumped. I took out the paper and scanned the contents. Great, there is no such scary word as "ca".
Later, when I took a closer look, I found that the list said, "There is a little inflammation in the lungs and multiple cysts in the liver." I feel that the problem is not big. Taking this good opportunity to show the doctor the results, I asked the doctor to write a list for my father's general examination. The stubborn father repeatedly explained to the doctor, "My hand hurts. Let me take a look at my hand." How to check the lungs and the liver? "In the end, my father's stubbornness collapsed under the persuasion of my mother and doctors." Cured the headache, cured the hand pain ",which is not bad. My mother was seriously ill because of a sore hand.
"Dad, you must give up drinking. Look at your liver with multiple cysts. " I tried to convince my father with a smiling face.
"I quit smoking, you told me to quit drinking, and I'm going to smoke again." Dad has a straight face and looks angry and fierce, like a child.
God is kind. He just sent us a message to remind us that he didn't want to kill my father. My family has become a frightened bird and can't bear the burden. After the foundation, my parents are getting older and weaker, and I understand that the health of my parents is the greatest blessing for our children!