It’s good to be alive

The eldest sister in the next door bed said that she felt pain everywhere, and the pain was unbearable.

Seeing her look like that, I said, "Just bear with it, it's good to be alive." Then he made some jokes, which made both her husband and wife laugh.

When I said this, my mother had just come out of the operating room less than two hours ago and was lying on the bed moaning "Ouch, ouch...". My sister and I also looked tired, suffering mentally and mentally.

"It's good to be alive" is a feeling from the heart.

I am used to seeing people around me going in and out of the hospital over and over again and being tortured by diseases. Therefore, whenever things go wrong in my life and work, I often use that sentence to comfort myself.

It is good to be alive. Being able to watch the sunrise and sunset, and the clouds roll and relax is really a kind of happiness. If you can live happily, difficulties will not be called difficulties. The power of vitality is often beyond people's imagination. The prerequisite is to have a good attitude.

My father is an obvious example. Sixteen years ago, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer by several hospitals and was told that he had no more than three months to live.

As children, we absolutely trust the doctor’s words—the diagnosis will not be wrong.

But in fact, my father does not believe in "evil". He wants to live, very strongly. Therefore, he actively cooperated with the doctor during the operation and followed the three courses of chemotherapy, and he was very "obedient" and obedient.

Since we did not tell him the true condition of his condition, chemotherapy was done in accordance with the doctor’s instructions and in consideration of his father’s physical ability. Therefore, during the entire treatment process, my father's body was not seriously damaged.

The thought of "living" supported him. After being discharged from the hospital, he paid special attention to nutritional supplements. At that time, his family's financial conditions did not allow him to do so, so he often bought some "leftovers" and big bones to make soup. After drinking bone soup for half a year, my body gradually improved. More than ten years have passed and the limit of "March" has been broken. He explains very well what it means to be alive and what a good attitude is.

During the surgery and chemotherapy, my parents didn’t have to pay a penny (I didn’t have any at home and still owed the debt), so my husband and I borrowed money here and there (my sisters also gave some). After my father recovered, he resumed his old business of doing small business, which he continues to this day.

The eighty-year-old man still goes to the market every day and sets up a stall in a decent manner. Sometimes I worry that he doesn't have enough energy and if we don't let him go, he will get angry and even call it "picking up money". Why not go?

Sometimes, I would chat with him about the changes in the past ten years. One thing I often say is "It's good to be alive." As long as people are still there, difficulties are not difficult.

If you have a good mentality, upright character, and live a good life, your life will not be bad.