As people approach middle age, they have to grow up.
My mother’s health has not been good since the beginning of September. First she had heel pain. I took her to the rheumatology department of the Sixth Hospital. After two or three weeks, the pain was gone, but she started to have a high fever intermittently. Finally, she went back to the rheumatology department. When going to the rheumatology and immunology department, the doctor recommended hospitalization. The reason was: the old man's gout was no longer a problem, but several blood indicators were very abnormal and he should be hospitalized for a thorough examination. When my mother heard that she was hospitalized, she immediately objected and said she wanted to go back to Songjiang Hospital for saline treatment. But at the end of October, the high fever became severe. My father took my mother to the district central hospital. She was admitted to the neurology department on Monday because of dizziness. During the week in the hospital, I went back once in the middle of the week to stay with him overnight, which allowed my father to relax.
On November 2, the call from my neighbor in my hometown, Sister Rong, made me feel nervous. I suddenly realized that my mother’s illness was very serious, not just an ordinary high fever. It was exactly noon that day, and I rushed back to the hospital in a hurry. My mother looked completely different. She was haggard, old, and weak. She was even worse than when I came to stay overnight with her two days ago. This time, doctors from the hematology department came to talk to me and my father. They asked our family members to sign a critical illness certificate because my mother’s platelets had dropped to 16 and intracranial bleeding could occur at any time. My father was so panicked that I was at a loss as to what to do. There is only one voice in my heart, I can't let my mother wait for death, I must find a way.
I asked my relatives and friends and found out that the best hematology hospital in Shanghai is Ruijin Hospital. The transfer requires acceptance by the other party. I have no acquaintances in the hematology department in Ruijin, so how can I possibly accept my old mother? So I asked my colleagues in the school for help, asking if anyone had any experience or advice and if they could provide some help. School Li immediately said he would give it a try. After contacting the director of the hospital, he learned that it was indeed difficult. I knew it was It's really difficult. The director of the hematology department of the Central Hospital helped me clearly explain my mother's condition when she called me for the third time. Because it was a weekend, if it was not dealt with in time, the more time it was delayed, the greater the risk factor. She once again explained it from a professional perspective. Warned me to make a decision quickly. On the way back to the hospital, my senior teacher Peiling called me. She used her experience in dealing with her father's critical illness and told me not to hesitate or contact an acquaintance, just go to Ruijin through 120. This suggestion was consistent with my thoughts, and I made up my mind immediately.
Return to the hospital and start the discharge procedures, contact 120. During this process, a parent of a student kindly called me. As a doctor in the hematology department, he had read the report I sent and patiently explained to me the root cause of the danger, the doctor's handling of this situation, etc. This relieved my anxiety to a great extent, and I suddenly saw clearly the critical factors and top priorities of my mother's illness.
My father and I accompanied my mother on the 120 bus to Ruijin Hospital in the city. The ride was shorter than expected, and my mother had a safe journey. When we arrived at the emergency center in De Ruijin, the 120 medical staff helped us push my mother into the emergency center. I followed their instructions to the service desk to find a car. Whenever you go to a new place, you should first understand the situation, but in this critical situation, there is no time to understand. The medical staff realized my difficulty and came to help.
After the wheelchair was borrowed, my mother sat down and we said goodbye to the 120 medical staff. They were also from Songjiang, and when they said goodbye, they felt as if they were away from fellow villagers. Their eyes were filled with the comfort of "Have a good life and take care".
The emergency center in Ruijin is well organized and has dedicated nurses to guide us in medical treatment. I followed her instructions step by step: register, pay, and my father was responsible for accompanying my mother. The doctor read the report from the District Central Hospital and insisted on doing a few more tests. My father and I piled the belongings brought out from the hospital to one side and pushed my mother to various laboratory departments for routine examinations. While waiting for the report, we were outside the clinic. rest. The report came out after 2 hours. I showed it to the doctor, who read it and prescribed medicine. Then, I asked my father to push my mother out, leaving me alone to tell her where the dangers of her condition were, what the current treatment steps were based on, what to pay attention to in the past two days, etc. After everything was done, my father and I pushed my mother to the emergency room and started receiving infusion treatment.
It was close to 22:00, and there were not many people in the emergency infusion room, so the mother was placed in the chest pain area. There was no place to lie down, so my mother sat weakly on the chair where the intravenous injection was administered and began to receive treatment. I asked my father to go back and rest. It was already midnight when my father got home. Fu called and asked what he could do? I asked him to bring a recliner over after Yaxi went to bed. I think this will make my mother feel more comfortable.
The two days and three nights in the emergency room will be unforgettable to me. Until Monday morning, after my mother was examined by the doctor on duty, I almost begged the doctor to give my mother a place to lie down. The doctor was very embarrassed. I called School Li and asked him to use the school’s connections to get a bed, as long as he could lie down and rest. I couldn't control my emotions well and choked up as I spoke. I just felt that I was living such a useless life. After half my life, my old mother had to sit in the emergency room for more than 50 hours without even being able to get a bed. Get it for her! ! A daughter like me is so useless. This shame made me almost cry, so I understand my father’s tears on November 3rd. That afternoon, I went to the emergency room to pick up my father. He looked haggard and depressed.
He was sitting where I was sitting at the moment. Suddenly my old father burst into tears and said that he had thought a lot last night and felt that he had been sorry to his mother for not letting her enjoy happiness in this life. He also felt ashamed of me for letting her I work so hard, and he is useless as a father. I held his arm and tried to comfort him calmly, "Now that I know it's good for Mom, it's still too late. I don't think Mom has a bad disease... You will have many opportunities to make up for Mom in the future." I said with a smile. I have never seen the old father cry uncontrollably in public. Unless the heavy pressure in his heart has accumulated to a certain extent, which gentleman would disregard his face and cry bitterly. A voice warned me that when my father is weak, I must be strong and calm, "It's okay, Abba, and me. I have grown up." I handed him the tissue, and he cried and sobbed, "Aba. Dad thinks about you...it's so hard." I patted his shoulder and tried to comfort him. The two of them were silent for a while. I asked my father, who was calm, to go see my mother first, while I waited for my aunt and two brothers. Later, my mother said that my old father cried when he hugged her in the emergency room. My father is a tough person on the outside but very soft on the inside.
Now, because of shame, I hide alone in this corner of the emergency room, crying loudly, feeling helpless to release the anxiety and pressure of the past few days. None of this can be revealed in front of my parents, because I am their only hope now, and they are weaker than me! I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at the people passing by. I knew I must be in a terrible state. The 50 or so hours in the emergency room had sharpened my nerves. I didn't care what others thought of me.
The end of man is the beginning of God. It was through the snot and tears that I saw the second call from my mother. I heard my mother ask in a panic, "Tingting, where are you? There is a doctor who wants to meet the patient's family, and he wants to meet you." I said, "Well, where are you?" "I cried, quickly wiped away my tears, and said calmly, "Okay, I'll be right back!" When I got to the doctor's office on duty, there was a doctor Shao waiting for me. He was about the same age as my parents. , in the past 50 hours, I met him once - he brought several medical interns to the emergency room, exchanged a few words with several young doctors and then left. He made it clear to me the seat number of my old mother, and then told me, "There are one or two beds in the emergency ward that have just been vacated. Considering that your mother's condition is indeed critical, the doctor on duty just contacted me, and your mother can move there today." "Of course, it's not a formal ward, and the conditions are relatively difficult..." I was already grateful, "It would be great to have a bed, thank you so much!" I felt as if the clouds had cleared. I don’t know whether this process comes from the school’s help or the kindness of the doctor on duty. No matter which one, I am grateful!
Dr. Shao was very interesting. He seemed to think that I was very young and it was not easy to treat my mother with me, so he earnestly began to help me teach me "how to treat a doctor." He said, "You must learn to see a doctor. One thing you did well is to organize your mother's medical records neatly. This is the first step in seeing a doctor. Only when you organize it well can the doctor have the patience to see and see clearly. ”
I smiled sheepishly.
He then taught me, "The second step is, the more complicated the disease, the more likely it is that you should go to the hospital or department that is best at treating the disease. Don't try to be convenient. Your mother has kidney and stomach diseases. Similarly, you can’t do any further tests now, and wait until the blood disease is cured. For example, for kidney examination, you have to go to Renji Hospital. Choosing the right hospital will save you a lot of trouble later, and you won’t waste money. , you know?”
I continued to nod, and he saw that I was listening carefully, so he started to talk about some human affairs,
“One more thing, when seeing a doctor, you and the doctor are As equals, we should not imitate some people who always kneel down and beg the doctor. We doctors are most afraid of this kind of patients and their families, and those who are prone to stabbing doctors are often the same. As a teacher, you should understand. ”
"Yes, the parents who try to get close to you are often the same parents who become strangers to you as soon as their children graduate."
"Yes, the same thing." Dr. Shao saw that I was still savvy. Yes, continue to explain to me, "You know doctors are also ordinary people. We also know people when we see patients. Rich people don't care about money when they see a doctor, so they prescribe good medicine."
"Oh, we are ordinary people. "Human." I added this sentence uninterestedly, as if I was on guard against being chopped off, and felt a little uneasy after I finished speaking.
Dr. Shao didn't seem to mind,
"I know. I can tell it from the clothes you and your mother wear. I'm just making an analogy. In fact, most of us They are all ordinary people..."
A nurse next to him came to ask questions. He interrupted for a few words and then said, "Some patients are not satisfied. You transferred them to the emergency bed. He didn't like it. It's dirty and smelly, and I want to go to the ward. How nervous is this ward? It's impossible for our doctors and their families to blame the doctor for being indifferent. One time, I was so angry..."
I looked at him in surprise and said in disbelief, "Are there other people like this?"
He nodded, told me how to handle the procedures, and took me to the emergency ward to handle matters. nurse desk. I thanked him and said goodbye.
My mother was admitted to the ward on the second floor of the emergency area.
The conditions here are indeed difficult, but my wish is very simple. I have a clean bed for my mother to lie down and rest. So no matter how bad the surrounding environment looks, I can accept it and try to comfort my mother and ask her to understand that this is my daughter at school. And with the help of a doctor you can fight for the best possible treatment. After my mother lay down, I breathed a sigh of relief. She slept for several hours that day, the first time in days.
I have to thank the CIIE for giving me two days off and completing the transfer immediately. I also want to thank the kind doctors at the school and hospital for allowing me to help my mother arrange a bed at the last minute, because once the disease started, When I go to work, it is impossible for me to be with my mother all the time like these days. With a fixed bed, my father and I started taking shifts. During the day, he would take care of her, and I would prepare meals and bring them over at night. After they both ate, I would go home, and the next day after Fu had delivered breakfast to Yaxi, I would take them over. On weekends, let my father go home and I will stay with him at night, so that my father will not be exhausted. One day, my aunt saw us working hard and came to stay with us for a day and a night. My father and I got precious time to breathe and adjust, but my mother was unwilling. Because her aunt loved to chat, she didn't have the energy or energy to chat with her. I understood, so later my aunt asked me to adjust it for a day, but I politely declined. I really feel sorry for my aunt's kindness.
This lasted for more than a week. After waiting for the blood test results to come out, the mother's disease was diagnosed, and targeted drug treatment was started, and the improvement became faster and faster. As soon as I heard that I could go home to recuperate, my parents decided to leave that day. As a result, many procedures were not completed in time. I stayed at home with Yaxi to review and prepare for the exam. I really blame them for being so impatient! Of course I knew it would be a big deal for my mother to be discharged from the hospital. So Ji Fu got off work early, and we rushed to the hospital in the afternoon to pick them up and drive back to Songjiang.
The whole journey away from the hospital was full of joy and gratitude for the survivors. As soon as I arrived at the door of my house, uncles, aunts, and aunts from the neighbors all came to greet me. All the unhappiness I had caused over trivial matters in my daily life disappeared before the big event of life and death. I thanked them one by one and briefly told them how my mother was doing. Although my mother was discharged from the hospital, her complexion and physical strength were still very poor, and she couldn't cheer up. When we got home, Fu and I quickly cleaned the bedroom on the ground floor, while my father was busy taking care of the duck coop outside. That night, mother and father slept downstairs. They have always wanted to move down, but I didn't allow it. I think the light upstairs is better, and Yaxi already has a small room on the north side, so they don't have to give up the south bedroom on the west side. This time my mother got sick and had no choice but to make such a change. Some changes are divinely arranged.
From that day on, my parents slept downstairs. Every time we go home, we first go to their room to chat, eat and drink for a while, watch TV, and talk about their parents’ parents and their parents. Yaxi would watch the TV next to her grandparents, and would not go upstairs to wash up, do homework, etc. until the appointed time.
As my mother’s illness gradually stabilized, our worries gradually dissipated. By the beginning of December, life for the whole family had basically returned to a normal rhythm. We worked in the city on weekdays and drove home to reunite with our parents on weekends. After dinner on Sunday, my mother would prepare a lot of vegetables and food as usual, as if we were going to be famine the next week, she would put all of us in the car and take us back to the city. I use these ingredients to make 6 meals a week, put them all into the stomachs of the three of us, and then go home on weekends to welcome the beginning of a new reincarnation. In fact, this week-to-week life is a kind of tranquility. After experiencing such scary nights, I cherish the beauty of ordinary days even more.
Night of March 25, 2020