An article mourning his wife.

My beloved wife left in a hurry, and life suddenly fell into the abyss ... The following is an article I compiled to mourn my wife. I hope you like them.

An article mourning for his wife: miss his wife

The children haven't come back from vacation yet. I want to give her (my wife) another chemotherapy at this time. In this way, when the children spend the Spring Festival at home, everyone can have a happy holiday. So, without telling my children, I quietly went to the hospital.

The last time I was hospitalized, my condition got worse. I thought she might not be able to spend the Spring Festival. Later, I discussed with the doctor that I had burned my bridges and used a large dose of chemotherapy drugs. I didn't think the effect was surprisingly good, but I knocked people down, and the white blood cells dropped to more than 1000. I still couldn't get up after continuous use of St. Baiyao. Later, blood transfusion and nutritional medicine finally pulled her back from death. I feel uneasy about taking medicine in this hospital, but she insists on continuing to take medicine.

After hospitalization, white blood cells and hemoglobin are low, so chemotherapy can't be done immediately, and only some auxiliary drugs can be used. Her body is gradually recovering. At noon this day, my eldest daughter suddenly sent me a text message saying, is mom okay? Last night, I dreamed that my mother wanted to cry, and when I woke up, tears were still dripping. I checked the information and felt very sad. I didn't want to tell her. She is very sensitive to such sad topics. Therefore, I always tell my two children that when they call, they must say something to make their mother happy. Don't always say that you are homesick and miss your mother. Your mother will feel uncomfortable. They are also very obedient. Generally, they only tell me things like homesickness and missing my mother, and most of the time they are expressed in the form of short messages, and I don't tell her. This time, however, as soon as she heard that there was a text message ringing on my mobile phone, she asked who sent the text message. I told my eldest daughter the truth. What did she ask me? I said nothing special. She grabbed the phone, looked at it and cried all noon.

(2 1) April 25th, 2007. Near Qingming, my wife's condition is still not getting better. This hospital stay is very long. After being hospitalized on June 8, 65438, I went home for a few days during the Spring Festival. As soon as the children got back to school, they immediately went back to the hospital. The first two times of chemotherapy with paclitaxel had a good effect, but this time it was completely different from the first two times. White blood cells can't get up all the time, and continuous use of Shengbaiyao has little effect. Hemoglobin dropped below 8, I lost two units of blood six times, and I was anemic again in a few days. The doctor said that this is because the bone marrow suppression is too serious, and its own hematopoiesis is affected, so chemotherapy can no longer be used. It pains me to see that she has obviously lost weight. The doctor said to give her another transfusion tomorrow, give her some strength, and then go home. In this case, I don't want to take her back. Once her condition worsens, it is still convenient in the hospital. But the doctor said, let her go home, or there may be no chance again.

She has been ill for three years and two months. Under the careful treatment of medical staff and the care of relatives and friends, she has gone through one life and death pass after another. The doctor once said that living for three to five months is a big pass, and we all have a hard time. Is it true this time?

Just then, the eldest daughter heard the news: the institutional reform of public institutions, all the new recruits passed the examination and were admitted, and the admission ratio was one thirtieth. The situation is very serious. When my wife learned about it, she didn't sleep a wink all night. The next day, she began to have a fever and her blood pressure fluctuated. I regret it. I should take the doctor's advice and send her home quickly. That afternoon, I went home to get something, looked at the empty house and took a picture with our family of four, feeling helpless. I sat on the sand and cried?

April 29, 2007. After crying, I stood up and slapped myself in the mouth. I hate myself for being too fragile. I am a man. If I can't stand it, what about my seriously ill wife?

After his wife's cancer cells metastasized to bone, the doctor predicted that the lower limbs might be paralyzed after the vertebral body was destroyed to a certain extent. I can't help crying at the thought that a lively person will suffer in bed in the future. At lunch, she stared at me suspiciously without moving chopsticks. I reluctantly smiled and advised her to eat. She suddenly asked me, are you crying? I said no. She said, don't cry. What should I do if you cry? I said, I'm not crying. Why am I crying? When I said this, tears crept down my nose. I couldn't help it. I keep flowing into my job. I eat with my head down, trying not to let her find out. As a result, the meal I ate was bitter?

Later, I explained to my wife that I was crying because I regretted not being the secretary-general of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which reluctantly relieved her doubts. This was in April 2004.

Thinking that my wife who is seriously ill needs me to be strong, my daughter who is preparing for the exam needs my spiritual support, and the leader who is recovering from a leg injury at home needs me to do work for him. I washed my face, straightened my back and went out.

The smell of spring is everywhere outside, but I can't feel it. Walking on the flat ground, I was stuck and almost fell, and my eyes were black and gold. Due to the serious lack of sleep in bed for several days and mental fatigue, my physical strength began to test me. I was thinking: how can I save her life? Even if we let her live a few more years until the child gets married. Now western medicine is at the end of its tether. At this moment, my sister brought a newspaper with an advertisement for Chinese medicine to treat tumors, saying that there was an old Chinese doctor in Changchun who used pure Chinese herbal medicine to treat cancer and obtained a national patent. I don't believe these advertisements. There are so many such advertisements that 100% is guaranteed to be cured. Once it can't be cured, there is still a reason for it. Is pockmarked knocking at the door? Deception is a common occurrence. But this time I'd rather believe that Chinese medicine can cure it. The doctor advised me not to believe those advertisements. My buddy simply said bluntly that you have done your duty, and she can rest assured that you can rest assured. I understand all this, but I can't give up.

The next day, I entrusted my wife to my aunt and sister and went to Changchun without hesitation. Along the way, I still remember my eldest daughter who was approaching the exam. My eldest daughter has been sickly since she was a child, which worries me. When I first learned to sit, I was sent to someone else's house for care because there was no one to look after me at home. On the first morning, my wife and I didn't want to send the children, because we were afraid of being separated from our own flesh and blood for the first time. Finally, I bravely held the child. The family looking after the children are eating. I put the child on the bed, hurried out without saying a word, and looked back at the child. The child looks scared, sitting on the bed, lying on the bed, like a newly hatched chicken. It's pathetic. As soon as my leg stepped out of the threshold, the child trembled and called out to Dad, and then began to cry. My heart suddenly broke. I turned into the room, picked up the child with tears in my eyes and ran out, as if someone were trying to snatch the child down. Later, no matter what the occasion, my family always joked with me about it, which made me lose face. I sent my daughter to college. My wife and I are worried about her first trip and living independently in the provincial capital thousands of miles away. After we left, I heard that my wife wandered around the square for a long time like a bitch who lost her cubs. As for me, I was very happy when I went, but I was in a different mood when I came back. When I went to see her, she was in military training, dressed in military uniform and full of energy, but in front of those tall and powerful boys, she looked too petite, which made me feel even more distressed. My daughter gave me a military salute, quite like a little female soldier. The daughter asked, Dad, are you leaving? I said I'm leaving tonight. The daughter bowed her head and said nothing. I said, what's the matter? She shook her head. I said, then go home and don't see me off. She walked back. I saw her wiping her tears. That scene is a bit unbearable in retrospect. Parents in the world may be like this! And I may be more complicated, more delicate and more fragile. This time, my daughter entered the exam and applied for student management. As long as there are five managers, the number of applicants is as high as 150, and the fierce and cruel competition can be imagined. My classmate called me to complain, saying why are you still sitting on the Diaoyutai? Come and participate in the activity quickly! Honestly, can I not go? I don't have much. Relationship? But I used to be the spiritual support of my children. However, I am now making a last-ditch effort to save her mother's life. I sat in the car and made a phone call all the way, calling almost everyone I know who works in the provincial capital. I was very disappointed with the result. They said that no one could help with the written test. I have to pray to God to bless my wife and daughter.

It was afternoon when I got the medicine back the next day. As if in a race against time, I quickly set up a medicine pot and boiled the medicine for three hours. It's almost midnight to take the boiled medicine to the hospital, and my wife is still waiting for me. However, her first sentence really surprised me. She asked, is there any hope for the child's exam? I paused for a moment, then pretended to be calm and said that there was no problem at all. So I stabilized her first, but I didn't know what to do. But she actually believed me and took the medicine and fell asleep peacefully. My sister said that you weren't at home last night, and she hardly slept a wink. My heart is sour?

(23) The nephew's daughter-in-law left, only 28 years old, with a somewhat childish face, leaving her little daughter who was under four years old and her husband who became a fool because of grief, and left this world prematurely. She has tuberculosis, so she can't take medicine. As soon as she took the medicine, she spit it out. She lives in the countryside and can't keep up with nutrition, so her illness has never been cured. She was saved once last year, but she lived for at least another year. A few days ago, his condition suddenly worsened and he was rushed to our hospital for treatment. Doctors diagnosed tuberculous meningoencephalitis. When I went to deliver the money, I saw that she was all skin and bones and had a bad headache, and she ran straight into the wall. In order to let her take medicine quietly, the medical staff tied her limbs to the bed. The way she is in pain is simply terrible.

My wife knows about it and is worried about her. The next night, I suddenly received a phone call from my sister, saying that my nephew and daughter-in-law had died of illness. I can't help but say? Is it over? . My wife immediately asked my nephew and daughter-in-law if they were dead. I had to nod by default. She hasn't spoken for a long time. The next morning, she couldn't get out of bed and didn't eat much. You talk to her, she doesn't answer. Later she asked me:? Is my illness the same as hers? Is it serious, too I said it was different. She didn't believe it and said, What's the difference? It's all tuberculosis. Besides, I have this in my head all the time. I'm dying! ?

We used to say that she had tuberculosis to hide her illness. This is over, she really equates herself with her niece! I can see that she is under a lot of pressure. I really want to take this opportunity to tell her the truth, but on second thought, no, a patient was judged by the doctor two days ago to live for at most two months. The doctor asked his family to tell the patient about his illness so that the patient could arrange things behind him. The family told the patient the truth, and as a result, the patient died that night, with nothing arranged behind him. So I learned my lesson and decided to hide it all the time. However, her illness is getting worse every day.

The old Chinese doctor prescribed a large amount of Chinese medicine, which was particularly unpalatable. But she can bite her teeth and keep eating. She said that in order to survive, I can eat shit and eat human flesh. I know, she is not the kind of person who is afraid of death. She said that the first time she got sick? When people live, they will die one day? . In fact, she can't leave this family, her two daughters and her husband. She tried to take medicine, but she vomited half after one bite, and then she vomited after one bite. She couldn't eat any more. Her hands and feet became stiff and her vision blurred. She wants to call her two daughters, but she can't read the numbers clearly. When I dialed her phone, she couldn't hear clearly and spoke vaguely. The child was anxious over there and asked me what was going on. I said, taking Chinese medicine, some poisoning.

By April 20, is it really as the doctor predicted? She was completely paralyzed. Because of brain metastasis and recurrence, unclear memory, confused thinking and incontinence. Life can't take care of itself at all. However, when she was awake, she still shouted the names of her two daughters, kissed and kissed the kitten pattern on the screen of her mobile phone as a photo of her little daughter, and shouted? My two treasures, my two treasures? . She is particularly concerned about her eldest daughter's entrance examination. Children study and work well under this pressure. The youngest daughter is the first in the English exam. She is the only one in the whole college who has been admitted to a class taught by a foreign teacher. I told her the good news. Although she didn't understand the foreign teacher's class, she still smiled happily. There was a time when she didn't smile like that. At 1 1 in the evening, my eldest daughter suddenly called my mobile phone. Generally speaking, they are afraid of affecting her mother's rest. They don't call easily after nine o'clock in the evening. There 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 test! 150 people entered the exam, and she came in 12th! Enter the top fifteen in the interview. When my wife learned about it, she made it clear that my girl is amazing! A short sentence brought tears to my eyes. Our family is in trouble, so go ahead?

The doctor said I was afraid to go into her ward. As soon as I went in, no matter how uncomfortable she was, she immediately cheered up and asked, Doctor, when will my illness be cured? The doctor said that when she said these words, her eyes were full of desire to survive, which made me very sad.

Once the doctor and I discussed: if it really doesn't work, why don't you tell her about the illness? I understand how doctors feel. She is afraid of patients complaining. But I can't tell her, it would be tantamount to accelerating her death. I can't stand it.

Watch? 5. 1? The long vacation is coming. My wife's condition shows no signs of improvement. But I still run around with confidence and seek medical treatment in many ways. The two children are going 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 arranged more activities in his spare time. I suggested that she use the long vacation to learn more knowledge. Your mother is in good condition. Although they missed their sick mother very much, they didn't come back at my suggestion.

One day, my sister came to visit her sister-in-law. When she left, she called me outside and said, brother, I don't think my sister-in-law is doing well. Let the children come back. I said, it's okay. I thought it was being treated. Sister said with tears, brother, don't be too stubborn. I think my sister-in-law is so thin, and she says nothing. My sister and I have bought my sister-in-law's shroud! I listened, Brian? Huh? Once, I almost jumped up. I never thought she would die. Say it? Have you bought all the shroud? I really can't accept it. My sister saw that I was in a bad mood, so she comforted me and said, don't be angry. Listening to the old man said that buying shroud for patients in advance can also wash away evil spirits. I'm just trying to control myself At night, if you look at her in a coma carefully, she is really not what she used to be, just like my sister said. I'm starting to worry. I sent a text message to two children that night, asking them to go home for the holiday. They wanted to come back and didn't ask why.

When the two children stood in front of the bed, she opened her eyes for a long time and said clearly, Dabao! Bauer! ? . Two children saw their mother so thin, and one grabbed one hand and cried. She showed her left hand to her two daughters. There is a gold ring and a platinum ring on her finger. She points to the gold ring, points to the second daughter, then points to the platinum ring and points to the eldest daughter. I know what she means: the gold ring should be given to the second daughter and the platinum ring to the eldest daughter! The two children also understood this meaning and bowed their heads and shed tears. ?

Our family spent this long vacation in the hospital. Although the conditions are not as good as at home, family reunion under special circumstances has increased our confidence in overcoming the disease. After seeing her two children, she was in a good mood and ate more. Sometimes I chat with my two daughters in vague words. When she heard that her eldest daughter won the fourth place in the interview, she touched her daughter's face appreciatively. The repeated sunshine in summer fills the ward, making each of us feel its warmth and preciousness.

The seven-day long holiday will soon be over. I bought tickets for two children to go back to school. Had to leave, the second daughter dared not come to the hospital to say goodbye to her mother. She is too young to bear the torture of where you are going. According to her second aunt, she shut herself in the bedroom and cried all morning, but she couldn't say anything. The eldest daughter simply refunded the ticket and didn't go. I said angrily that I was about to be admitted. Is it okay if I don't go back? The daughter said that if you don't have a job, you can look for it again, but there is only one mother.

June 6, 2007. I turned on the computer several times and tried to write an article in memory of my wife, but before I hit the keyboard, I shed tears unconsciously. I am a person with underdeveloped brain and developed lacrimal glands, and I was born with bad karma. People say that losing a wife in middle age is one of the three great misfortunes in life, which has met me. My wife suffered from cancer for three years and three months, and finally died on May 2 1 day 13: 06, 2007.

Dear wife, I have a lot to tell you, but you left with many regrets, countless dreams and feelings for your loved ones. You said you would stand up again, but you didn't; You said you would go to Hohhot to see the work, study and life of your two daughters, but neither did you. You said you would take me on a trip when I was ready? You left without cashing these. You have made unremitting efforts: those soups made of Agkistrodon, centipede, scorpion, etc. , you drink them without blinking; Long-term medication can't find blood vessels, and you still ask for an injection; After the bone metastasis, you were shivering with pain, but you didn't hum. You have been completely in bed for 3 1 day, and you still remember that you have to stand up again. Your perseverance and optimism have made me cry many times. I hate my inability to save the world. You were dead for seven days, and you were dark for seven days. I have been watching over you, and I hope you can wake up again. On the third day, when you woke up, you really didn't know me and looked at me strangely. But when your daughter called you, you promised. When your daughter kissed you, you also opened your mouth to kiss your daughter, but you fell asleep again. On the morning of May 2 1 Sunday 10, your blood pressure almost disappeared. 12 later, you miraculously opened your eyes and stared at me as if to say something. What else do you want to ask me? What are you trying to say? In fact, for more than three years, you have said a lot, and I agreed. Everyone asked me to tell you about my illness, but I kept choking and couldn't say a word. Even if I can say it, I won't tell you, which is equivalent to giving you a fatal shot. The eldest daughter said, mom, wait, you will arrive at the second BMW. You nodded, too. But you didn't wait, so you gave up?

Men, life and death are difficult. When living together, we should cherish possession and respect each other. Don't always want to change or conquer each other like some married men and women. Their life is constantly quarreling, even fighting, breaking their heads, parting ways and separating their wives and families. Why bother? After decades of life, meeting together is a kind of fate, so we should cherish it, accept each other and get along well.

An article mourning my wife: I miss my beloved wife.

My beloved wife left in such a hurry, and life seemed to suddenly fall into the abyss on the rise. In the days when we respect each other, there are too many things to say and do. I don't want us to go to the end of life like this, so I can't adapt to the lonely life for a while, and I can't help thinking of her, and my heart aches.

It's hard to get out of this sad day. Whether it is heartfelt words or sad diaries, it will always bring a gloomy mood to relatives and friends. My misfortune turned into misfortune. I didn't want my relatives and friends to see my sad side again, so I locked my diary.

Honey, are you okay? Do you know how my son and I got here in the past year? Your distant back reminds my son and me of my deep thoughts more and more. At the thought of heartache, I poured it into my pen. A small square letter brought my grief and thoughts to a blank sheet of paper, and I got a little comfort in the depths of my soul. I tried to bury those things in my heart, but I stopped writing for months. So many thoughts and feelings floated in my heart that only I could feel them.

It was not until recently that I really felt the taste of being 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, and the courage and academic attitude towards life were communicated between us. I know his favorite food, not my mother. When resting, don't forget to urge him to take a bath frequently. No matter how busy or tired he is, he will wash his clothes dry in time. But that kind of maternal love is irreplaceable by the second person. A wife's life is as bitter as a son's.

I miss the virtue of loving my wife very much, which makes my ideology subtly take her as the standard. She is very accommodating to me. No matter how to deal with things that have been locked in our lives for more than ten years, there is a tacit understanding, and it is difficult to get them back after we say goodbye.

Without 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 fantastic life before?

Think of this when you're depressed?

An article mourning for his wife: missing his beloved wife

In more than twenty days, it will be Tomb-Sweeping Day this year. Unconsciously, my beloved wife has been away for nineteen months, and I often miss her alone.

I met my wife 1965, and 1968 got married and stayed together for 39 years. At first, we wanted to celebrate the 40th anniversary and the golden wedding. Ahem! It's impossible. At 9: 00 on August 1 1 2007, my wife died of illness at the age of 62. She has never even had a minor illness. At the beginning of 2006, she coughed and found out that it was lung cancer, and it was terminal. It's really a sunny day. She struggled tenaciously with the disease for a year and a half, but finally failed to defeat the devil. She left forever with many regrets that we failed to realize the plan, leaving me with the deepest regret, endless sadness and constant thoughts. These days, her figure always comes to my mind. Whatever I see, I always think of her. I have a lot to say to her, only to the portrait. I once wrote a poem to express my feelings at that time: "Mourning for my beloved wife"

The Iraqis have gone west by crane,

There is still half a seat by the spare bed.

The voice and smile are always lingering,

Cold and warm are still dependent;

Forty years of love,

Who ever thought lonely birds would live,

The love in my dream seems to be still there,

I woke up with vague tears on my clothes.