Is leukemia painful before death?

no pain, because I was unconscious. At that time, the doctor gave me a critical notice, telling my parents that if I had a cerebral hemorrhage, I wouldn't be able to do it, but fortunately, my eyes were bloodshot, I woke up in a coma for two days, and I was unconscious for a few days, so I thought if I had a cerebral hemorrhage at that time, I would be gone. I heard from my patients in hematology that leukemia death wouldn't be too painful, and sometimes I fell asleep. I got m3, which I heard can be cured. I have consolidated my treatment now, and the chief doctor said that I will be cured in another year.

I really don't know how I survived at that time. . . . It's incredible to think about it now. . . At the beginning, my gums were bleeding, and I didn't take it seriously. At that time, just a few friends came to my school one after another, so I invited me to eat hot pot, so I thought I was getting angry and delayed for a week. Later, I felt something was wrong. I am the kind of person who is too dependent, so I called home to ask my parents, but I didn't know to go to the hospital to see a doctor. My mother asked the doctor in the small clinic in my hometown that I was short of vitamin C, so I bought vitamin C tablets and took them for two days. After two days, I bled again. Something was wrong, so I went to a big hospital. I hung up on stomatology. I didn't know that the doctor said it was gingivitis or calculus and told me to wash my teeth. I said I would do it according to you. I said, is today ok? He said he didn't have time today, and all the patients had an appointment. I remember that it was Monday, and because it was the final term, I almost finished my classes. I was free this week. He checked the time of various patient appointments and said that I was free on Friday afternoon. I'll be delayed for another week, and my illness will probably get worse. I got tonsillitis on Wednesday night, so I couldn't take medicine, and then I went to a small clinic to hang water. Actually, I thought I was stupid at that time, so why did I go to the stomatology department directly? I could go to the consultation desk and ask about it. I regret it now. On Friday, the doctor (at that time, I found out that his name tag was an intern, and afterwards I thought, God, how unlucky I was to meet a rookie) cleaned my teeth, and found that something was wrong, and the bleeding couldn't stop. At first, he said it was okay, saying that he would go and prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs and go back to eat. I think if I had listened to him and gone back to school, I wouldn't have known I was dead. I was scared at that time, and the bleeding didn't stop. I didn't leave at that time. It is estimated that in the end, he found it serious, asked me to take blood tests, and the blood routine was abnormal, and arranged for me to go to other departments (what a coincidence, the director of hematology, that is, my chief doctor, was on duty that day. She put me in the hospital. ）。 My roommate came with me that day, and she gave me the version of hospitalization. Later, she recalled that the director told her that I might have the disease while I was not paying attention and told her not to tell me. That night, my roommate led me into the hematology department. At that time, I was also a neurotic person, and I didn't pay attention to the signs posted on the wall outside the ward (information about all kinds of leukemia), so I went in in a daze. It's useless for the doctor to give me hemostatic drugs and injections, and I can't stop the bleeding. Finally, I put a medical gauze in my mouth and changed it when it was soaked. After I lost too much blood, I fell into a coma, and all my roommates and classmates were taking care of me. At that time, my roommate probably told the class director and the counselors also came, but I didn't know it. Later, when my parents arrived, I didn't know anything. So I woke up and found that my mouth was infected and left many scars. Now think about it. If I had known that I would leave so many scars and suffer so much, I don't think I could have survived. At that time, my gums were broken, my throat was broken, and herpes broke out outside my mouth. I couldn't eat anything at all, and I couldn't drink water. . . . I couldn't sleep in pain at night. I sat in bed for two nights. At that time, my mother sat with me, and my parents were so anxious. I still have a fever and a lung infection. At that time, they didn't tell me what was wrong. I'm a neurotic person again. I won't know until I get out of the hospital. I always have a fever during chemotherapy, which can last for a month. I've had four major chemotherapies, and I've consolidated them four times. The doctor said that I just need to consolidate them four more times, and now I'm fine. I have no idea except that scar is the pain of my life and the most regret. I just want to express my feelings when I write this. . . . . Find a listener. . . .