My beloved wife passed away in such a hurry, and life was like a smooth journey through the clouds and suddenly fell into the abyss... Here is the article I compiled for you to commemorate my wife, I hope you like it.
Articles in memory of my wife: Missing my wife
(20) The children have not returned from vacation yet. I would like to take this time to give her (my wife) another round of chemotherapy. In this way, everyone can have a happy holiday when the children celebrate the Spring Festival at home. So, without telling the children, he was quietly admitted to the hospital.
When she was hospitalized last time, her condition worsened, and I thought she might not survive the Spring Festival. Later, I discussed with the doctor and used a large dose of a chemotherapy drug. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good, but it only knocked me down. My white blood cells dropped to more than 1,000, and I still couldn't raise them after continuous use of Shengbaiyao. Later, blood transfusions and nutritional medicines finally brought her back from the brink of death. This time I was hospitalized for medication, and I was very worried, but she resolutely asked to continue taking medication.
After being hospitalized for a checkup, it was found that the white blood cells and hemoglobin were both low. Chemotherapy could not be carried out immediately, but some auxiliary drugs could only be used. Her body is gradually recovering. At noon that day, my eldest daughter suddenly sent me a text message saying, Mom, is it okay? I had a dream last night and missed my mother and wanted to cry. When I woke up, my tears were still flowing. I checked the text message and felt sad. I didn't want to tell her at the time. She is particularly sensitive to such sad topics. Therefore, I have always told my two children that when you call, you must say something that will make your mother happy. Don’t always say that you miss home and miss your mother. Your mother will feel uncomfortable. They are also very obedient. They usually can only say things like missing home and missing their mother to me, and most of the time they express it in the form of text messages, and I don't tell her. However, this time when she heard that there was a text message ringing on my phone, she asked who the text message was from. I truthfully told my eldest daughter that it was from me. She asked me what it was about? I said it was nothing special. She grabbed the phone and started crying after looking at it. She cried for a whole noon.
(21)April 25, 2007. Tomb Sweeping Day is approaching, and my wife's condition still hasn't improved. The hospital stay was relatively long this time. After being hospitalized on January 8, a few days after returning home during the Spring Festival, the child immediately returned to the hospital as soon as he returned to school. The first two times of chemotherapy with paclitaxel were very effective, but this time the drug was completely different from the previous two times. The white blood cells could not come up. Continuous use of white blood pills had little effect. The hemoglobin dropped below 8, so two units of blood transfusion were needed. 6 times, and within a few days I became anemic again. The doctor said that this was because the bone marrow suppression was too severe and his own hematopoiesis was affected, so he could no longer undergo chemotherapy. Seeing her noticeably thinner made me feel very sad. The doctor said that she would have another blood transfusion tomorrow to give her some strength and then go home. In this case, I don't want to take her back. Once her condition worsens, it will be more convenient for her to stay in the hospital. But the doctor said, let her go home, otherwise she may not have a chance again.
She has been ill for three years and two months. With the careful treatment of medical staff and the care and care of her relatives and friends, she has overcome one life and death crisis after another. The doctor also said that living for three to five months is a big hurdle, and we all got through it with difficulty. Is it true this time?
At this moment, news came from the eldest daughter: the institutional reform of public institutions, all new personnel will be admitted through examination, and the admission rate is one-thirtieth. The situation is very serious. severe. After my wife learned about it, she didn't sleep a wink all night. She started to have a fever the next day and her blood pressure fluctuated. I regret it very much. I should have listened to the doctor's advice and sent her home as soon as possible. That afternoon, when I went home to pick up my things, I looked at the empty house and the group photo of our family of four, and I felt a sense of helpless despair welling up in my heart. I sat on the sofa and cried sadly?
(22) April 29, 2007. After I finished crying, I stood up and slapped myself twice in the mouth. I hate myself for being so fragile. I am a man. If I can’t hold on anymore, what should I do if my wife is seriously ill?
After my wife’s cancer cells metastasized to her bones, the doctor once predicted that after the vertebral body is destroyed to a certain extent, there will be Possible paralysis of lower limbs. Thinking about how a lively person would be tortured while lying on the bed, my tears flowed down involuntarily. During lunch, she hesitated to move her chopsticks and stared at me suspiciously. I forced a smile and urged her to eat. She suddenly asked me, did you cry? I said no. She said, don't cry. What should I do if you cry? I said, I don't cry, why should I cry? As she said this, tears flowed down quietly along both sides of her nose. She couldn't control it and kept flowing. Into the rice bowl. I kept my head down while eating, trying not to let her notice. As a result, the rice I ate tasted bitter?
Later, I explained to my wife that I cried this time because I regretted not being the secretary-general of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the provincial capital, and then I reluctantly relieved her concerns. This was in April 2004.
Thinking that my wife who is seriously ill needs me to be strong, my daughter who is preparing to take the entrance exam needs my mental support, my boss who has injured his leg and is recovering at home needs me to take care of his work, etc., I wash my face and straighten my back and go out. Walk.
The atmosphere of spring is everywhere outside, but I can’t feel it. When I was walking on level ground, I got stuck and almost fell down. My eyes suddenly turned black and turned into a brilliant golden light. Due to the severe lack of sleep in bed for several days and my tired heart, my physical strength began to be tested.
I was thinking: How can I save her life? Even if I let her live a few more years until her children get married and start a family. Western medicine is now at its wits end and has no solution. At this moment, my sister brought a newspaper with an advertisement for TCM treatment of tumors. It said that there was an old TCM doctor in Changchun who used pure Chinese herbal medicine to treat cancer and had won a national patent. I don't believe these ads. There are too many advertisements like this, even guaranteeing 100% cure, but if the cure fails, they will still have their own reasons. Knocking on the door with pockmarks? This is a real trap. But this time I would rather believe that Chinese medicine can cure it. The doctors advised me not to believe those ads. One of my buddies simply said bluntly, "You have fulfilled your responsibility. The long-term pain is not good but the short-term pain. If she is relieved, you will be relieved." I understand all this, but I can't let it go.
The next day, I entrusted my wife to my aunt and my sister, and rushed to Changchun without hesitation. Along the way, I was still thinking about my eldest daughter who was about to take the exam. My eldest daughter has been frail and sick since she was a child, which has made me worry a lot. When she could just sit up, she was sent to someone else's home to look after her because there was no one to take care of her at home. On the first morning, neither my wife nor I wanted to send the child off, as we were both afraid of experiencing the feeling of being separated from our own flesh and blood for the first time. In the end, I bravely held the baby. The family looking after the children was eating. I put the child on the bed and hurried out without saying a word. I looked back at the child again. The child looked very frightened, half sitting and half lying on the bed, looking very pitiful like a newly hatched chick. As soon as my legs crossed the threshold, the child called out "Dad" with a trembling voice, and then started crying. My heart suddenly broke. I turned back into the house, picked up the child with tears in my eyes, and ran out, as if someone was trying to snatch the child away. Later, that family member always made fun of me no matter what the occasion, which made me very embarrassed. When my daughter went to college, I sent her there. It was her first time traveling far away, and she had to live independently in a provincial capital thousands of miles away. My wife and I were very worried. After we left, I heard that my wife was like a bitch that had lost her whelps, wandering around the square for half the day. As for me, I was very happy when I went, but my mood was different when I came back. When I went to see her before leaving, she was in military training. She was wearing a military uniform and was very energetic, but she looked too petite in front of those tall and powerful boys, which made me feel even more distressed. My daughter gave me a military salute, quite like a little female soldier. My daughter asked, Dad, are you leaving? I said I would leave tonight. The daughter lowered her head and said nothing. I asked if something was wrong? She shook her head. I said, then go back and don’t send me away. She walked back. I saw her wiping tears. It's a bit unbearable to recall that scene now. All parents in the world may be like this! But my emotions may be more complex, delicate and fragile. This time my daughter took the entrance examination and applied for student management. There are only 5 managers, but there are 150 applicants. You can imagine how fierce and cruel the competition is. My classmates called me to complain and said, why are you still sitting on Diaoyutai? Come over and do some activities! To be honest, can I not want to go? I don’t have much, but I used to be a spiritual support for the children. However, I am now making a last-ditch effort to save her mother's life. I sat in the car and called almost everyone I knew who worked in the provincial capital. The result was very disappointing. They said no one can help with the written test. I can only pray to God to bless my wife and daughter.
It was already afternoon when I returned from picking up the medicine the next day. As if I was racing against time, I hurriedly set up a medical pot and boiled the medicine for three hours. It was almost midnight when I brought the prepared medicine to the hospital, and my wife was still waiting for me. However, her first words surprised me. She asked, is there any hope for my child's exam? I was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be very calm and said, there is no problem at all. I tried to stabilize her in this way, but actually I didn't know what to do. But she actually believed me and took the medicine and fell asleep peacefully. The eldest aunt said that you were not at home last night, and she barely slept a wink. I feel sour in my heart?
(23) My niece-in-law left. She was only 28 years old, with a bit of childishness on her face, leaving behind a child who was less than four years old and suffered from congenital heart disease. The daughter and her husband, who had become a fool due to grief, passed away prematurely. She had tuberculosis and couldn't take medicine. She would vomit it whenever she took medicine. She lived in a rural area and couldn't keep up with her nutrition, so her disease was never cured. She was rescued last year and she lived for an extra year. His condition suddenly worsened a few days ago, and he was urgently sent to our city for hospitalization. The doctor diagnosed it as tuberculous meningoencephalitis. I went to deliver the money and saw that she was so thin that she was just skin and bones. She had a severe headache and was hitting the wall. In order to allow her to take the medicine quietly, the medical staff tied her limbs to the bed. The look of pain on her was simply too horrible to watch.
My wife found out about this and was very worried about her. The next night, I suddenly received a call from my sister saying that my nephew-in-law had died of illness. I couldn't help but say "It's over". My wife immediately asked if my niece-in-law was dead. I had no choice but to nod in acquiescence. She didn't speak for a long time. The next morning, she couldn't get out of bed and didn't eat much. Even if you talk to her, she won't make a sound. Later, she asked me: Is my disease the same as hers? Is it serious? I said it’s not the same. She didn't believe it and said: "What's the difference? It's all tuberculosis." And this has also turned into my head, I am going to die!?
In order to conceal her condition, we always said that she had tuberculosis.
It was over now. She really regarded herself as her nephew-in-law! It was obvious that she was under a lot of mental pressure. I really wanted to take this opportunity to tell her the truth. But then I thought about it. Two days ago, a patient was judged by the doctor to live for at most two months. The doctor asked the family to inform the patient about his condition so that the patient could arrange his posthumous affairs. The family members told the patient the truth, but the patient died that night without making any posthumous arrangements. So I learned my lesson and decided to hide it till the end. However, her condition continued to worsen day by day.
The traditional Chinese medicine prescribed by the old Chinese doctor is very large and very unpalatable. But she was able to grit her teeth and keep eating. She said that in order to survive, she had to eat shit and human flesh, and I could do that too. I know that she is not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. When she first got sick, she also said: "One day in life, there will be one day in death." In fact, she couldn't leave this family behind, her two daughters and her husband. She tried hard to take the medicine, but she spit out half of the medicine after taking one mouthful. Then she spit it out after taking one mouthful and couldn't take it anymore. Her hands and feet became stiff and her vision was blurred. She wanted to call her two daughters, but couldn't see the number clearly. When I dialed her number, she couldn't hear clearly and her speech was unclear. The children on the other end were very anxious and asked me what was going on. I said that taking Chinese medicine is a bit poisonous.
By April 20, as the doctor predicted? She was completely paralyzed. Because the brain metastases recurred, I had unclear memory, confused thinking, and incontinence. Life is completely incapable of taking care of oneself. However, when she was awake, she still called out the names of her two daughters, and kissed the kitten pattern on the screen of her mobile phone as a photo of her younger daughter. She also shouted: "My second baby, my second baby." precious?. She was especially worried about her eldest daughter's entrance examination. Children learn and work well under this pressure. The youngest daughter came out on top in the English exam, and she was the only one in the entire college who was admitted to a class taught by foreign teachers. I told her the good news. Although she didn't understand what the classes held by foreign teachers were about, she still smiled happily. She hadn't smiled like that in a while. At about 11 o'clock in the evening, my eldest daughter suddenly called me on my mobile phone. Normally, they would not call after nine o'clock in the evening for fear of affecting her mother's rest. It must be something urgent. As soon as I answered the phone, my daughter said in a trembling voice: Mom and Dad, I passed the written exam! 150 people applied for it, and she got the twelfth one! The top 15 were selected for the interview. After my lover learned about it, he said clearly, my girl is so amazing! This short sentence made me burst into tears. Our family is in trouble, just moving forward like this?
(24) The doctor said, I dare not enter her ward. As soon as I entered, no matter how uncomfortable she was, she immediately cheered up and asked: Doctor , When will my illness be cured? The doctor said, when she said these words, her eyes were full of the desire to survive, which made me very sad.
A doctor once discussed with me: If it doesn’t work, just tell her the condition. I understand the doctor’s feelings. She is afraid that the patient will complain. But I couldn't tell her that would hasten her death. I can't bear it.
The May 1st long holiday is coming soon. My spouse's condition shows no signs of improving. But I still ran around and sought medical advice with confidence. The two children are preparing to come back to visit their mother. I didn't agree. I said boss, you are facing an interview, don’t distract yourself. The second child has more activities in her spare time. I advised her to use the long vacation to learn more knowledge. Your mother is doing very well. Although they missed their sick mother very much, they refused to come back despite my dissuasion.
One day, my old sister came to visit her sister-in-law. When she left, she called me outside and said: Brother, I think my sister-in-law’s condition is not very good. Let the children come back. I said, it's okay, this is not treatment. My sister's eyes overflowed with tears and she said, Brother, don't be too stubborn. I see that my sister-in-law is so thin that she is out of shape, and you still say she is fine? My sister and I have already bought my sister-in-law's shroud! I listened. , his head buzzed, and he almost jumped up. I never thought she could die. When I said "I bought all the shrouds", I really couldn't accept it. My sister saw that I was in a bad mood, so she comforted me and said, don't be angry. The old man said that buying shrouds for patients in advance can wash away evil spirits. Only then did I barely control myself. At night, when I looked closely at her sleeping state, it was true that she was no longer the same as before, as my sister said. I became worried and texted my two children that night asking them to go home for the holidays. They wanted to come back, but they came back without asking why.
When the two children stood in front of the bed, she opened her eyes wide and looked at them for a long time, and said clearly: "Dabao! Erbao!". When the two children saw their mother become so thin, they each held one hand and burst into tears. She held out her left hand to show to her two daughters. On her finger were a gold ring and a platinum ring. She clicked the gold ring and pointed it at her second daughter, and then clicked the platinum ring and pointed it at her eldest daughter. I understood what she meant: the gold ring should be given to the second daughter, and the platinum ring should be given to the eldest daughter! The two children also understood this meaning, and they both lowered their heads and shed tears. ?
Our family spent this long holiday in the hospital. Although the conditions are not as good as at home, the family reunion under special circumstances increases our confidence in overcoming the disease. After seeing her two children, she felt better and ate more (half ate and half vomited). Sometimes I chat with my two daughters using vague words. When she heard that her eldest daughter had won fourth place in the interview, she stroked her daughter's face appreciatively.
The summer sunshine fills the ward, making each of us feel its warmth and preciousness.
The seven-day holiday will soon be over. I bought my two kids back-to-school tickets. It was time to leave, and the second daughter did not dare to come to the hospital to say goodbye to her mother. She was too young to bear the torture of life and death. I heard from her second aunt that she locked herself in the bedroom and cried all morning, unable to say anything. The eldest daughter simply refunded the check and refused to leave. I said angrily that the admission test was about to take place. Can I not go back? My daughter said that if she no longer has a job, she can find another one, but she only has one mother?
(25) June 6, 2007. I turned on the computer several times and wanted to write an article in memory of my wife, but tears started to flow down my face before I even hit the keyboard. I am a person with a poorly developed brain and well-developed tear ducts, so I was born to be a miserable person. People say that losing a wife in middle age is one of the three major misfortunes in life, and it happened to me. My wife suffered from cancer for three years and three months and died at 13:06 on May 21, 2007 due to ineffective treatment.
Dear wife, I have a lot to say to you, but you left, with many regrets, countless dreams, and attachment to your loved ones. You said that you wanted to stand up again, but you didn't; you said that you were going to Hohhot to see the work, study, and living conditions of your two daughters, but you didn't either; you said that you would take them with you when you recover from illness. I'm going on a trip? You didn't even fulfill these and left. You have made unremitting efforts: you drank those decoctions made from five-step snakes, centipedes, scorpions, etc. without blinking an eye; you still asked for acupuncture when you could not find blood vessels after taking medicine for a long time; you were all over the body after bone metastasis You shivered in pain, but you didn’t groan. You were completely bedridden for 31 days, and you still couldn't forget that you must stand up again. Your strength and optimism made me feel so distressed that I cried secretly so many times. I hate myself for not being able to recover. You were dying for 7 days, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark for 7 days. I have been guarding you, hoping that you can wake up again. You woke up once on the third day, and indeed you no longer recognized me and looked at me strangely. But when your daughter called you, you agreed. When your daughter kisses you, you open your mouth to kiss her, but you fall asleep again. Starting at 10 a.m. on May 21, your blood pressure is almost gone. At around 12 o'clock, you miraculously opened your eyes and stared at me, as if you wanted to say something? You also seemed to want to ask me something? What exactly did you want to say? In fact, over the past three years, many words have come to you one after another. I said it all and I promised it. Everyone asked me to tell you about my condition, but I kept choking and couldn't say a word. Even if I could tell you, I would not tell you, as that would be equivalent to giving you a fatal shot. The eldest daughter said, "Mom, please wait, the second car will be here soon." You nodded. But you didn't wait and just gave up?
Human, life is difficult and death is difficult. When living together, we must cherish possessions and respect each other. Don't be like some married men and women who always want to change each other or conquer each other. They have constant quarrels throughout their lives, and even go to war, break up their heads, part ways, have their wives and children separated, and their families destroyed. Why bother? It is fate that we meet each other after decades of life. We should cherish, accept each other, be harmonious and live in harmony with each other.
An article in memory of my wife: Missing my beloved wife
My beloved wife left in such a hurry, life was like a smooth step through the blue clouds and suddenly fell into the abyss. In the days when we respected each other as guests, there were so many things to say. There were so many things to say and still to do, I didn’t expect that we would reach the end of our lives like this. For a while, I couldn’t adapt to a lonely life. I couldn’t help but think of her, and my heart ached.
It is difficult to get out of this sad day. Whether it is the words spoken from the heart or the tragic diary, it always brings a gloomy mood to friends and relatives. My misfortune has become misfortune. , I didn’t want my relatives and friends to see my sad side anymore, so I locked my diary and my mood.
Dear wife, are you okay? Do you know how my son and I have been here in the past year? Your retreating back increasingly reminds me and my son of our deep longing. , when I thought of feeling distressed, I poured it into my pen. A few square words brought my grief and longing to the blank paper, and I got a little comfort deep in my soul. I once wanted to bury those things in my heart deeply, but I almost I haven’t written anything for a month, so many thoughts and emotions float in my heart, which only I can feel.
Only recently have I truly felt what it’s like to be both a father and a mother. My son has a heavy academic burden. As a father, I made him feel strong in the face of natural disasters. His courage to face life and his academic attitude were communicated through our conversations and laughter. In place of my mother, I learned about his favorite meals. , don't forget to urge him to take a bath frequently during rest, and no matter how busy or tired he is, he should wash and dry his clothes in time. But no other person can replace that kind of maternal love. My beloved wife's life is miserable, and my son's life is equally miserable.
I miss the virtues of my beloved wife very much, and I have subconsciously set her as the standard in my thoughts. She was so accommodating to me, and she blocked everything big and small during the more than ten years of our lives. , no matter how we deal with it, there is a tacit understanding, which is difficult to find after we say goodbye.
After losing my beloved wife, I lost the color of life. At least for many years to come, it will be difficult for me to feel the dreamlike life I had before?
When I feel depressed Remember these?
Article in memory of my wife: Missing my beloved wife
In more than twenty days, it will be this year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day again, and unknowingly, my beloved wife has left nineteen It's been over a month now, and I often miss her when I'm alone.
My wife and I met in 1965, got married in 1968, and have been together for 39 years. Originally, we wanted to celebrate our 40th anniversary and golden wedding together, but ahem! It was impossible. At 9:15 on August 11, 2007, my wife died of illness at the age of 62. She had never had any minor illnesses. In early 2006, she suffered from a persistent cough and was diagnosed with lung cancer, which was in the advanced stage. It was a sudden change from the blue. She fought tenaciously against the disease for a year and a half, but finally failed to defeat the devil. She passed away forever with many regrets that we could not realize the plan. What she left me was deep regret, endless sadness and endless cotton. thoughts. These days, her figure always appears in my mind. No matter what I see, I always think of her. There are many things I want to say to her, but I can only say them to the portrait. I once wrote a poem to express my feelings at that time: "In Memory of My Beloved Wife"
My beloved wife has gone west on a crane,
There is only half a seat by the bedside.
The sounds and smiles are always lingering,
We still depend on each other day and night;
We have been in love for forty years,
How could we have expected that a solitary bird would perch,
In the dream, the love seems to be still there,
When I wake up, my clothes are dimly stained with tears.