A sudden illness made me understand the preciousness of life.

Which comes first, tomorrow or the accident?

20 18 On the first day of the Gregorian calendar, a persistent high fever made me fall with a clash, and I was admitted to the hospital on the first day of the Gregorian calendar for more than a month.

A middle-aged woman, in the eyes of others, is trivial and mediocre, living a monotonous life. If it hadn't been an accident, she would never have been seen. It is such a dull and vague existence that it came to an abrupt end at the moment I fell, and my work, children and family were all out of order.

After more than two years, the scene at that time was still vivid. It was snowing heavily outside the ward for more than a month, and the ward was full of worries. Time has long stopped here, as if it had been a lifetime.

"Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it." The fear and worry about the disease, the anxiety and uncertainty at present, and the doubts and confusion in the future are still lingering in retrospect.

Life is like this, you never know which comes first, tomorrow or the accident.

Family is the most important love, warmth and companionship in life.

During my illness, the care and support of my parents, brothers and sisters, and the careful care and companionship of my partner made me feel the love and warmth of my family again.

Dear sister, I took pains to deliver delicious meals to several buses in the heavy snow and handle personal hygiene for me who was bedridden.

A conversation between sisters before the operation, I solemnly entrusted my only child, and she did not hesitate to relieve my worries, perfectly interpreting the best meaning of the word sister.

I woke up from anesthesia in a daze and saw my parents' vague and worried faces around me. I nodded weakly and confidently reached out to them.

As long as my parents are here, even if they are old and can no longer shelter me from the wind and rain, they are extremely at ease.

My husband took a long vacation and came back from other places to accompany him all night, taking care of him, running between home and hospital, and taking care of his daughter at school. Every night, he can only curl up on the sofa in the ward and barely sleep, wake up in the morning and do everything for me. I will never forget that hard work. As a husband and father, no one can do better than him.

Twenty years of marriage and affection gave me the strongest support when I was sick, which made me summon up courage to face difficulties and finally recover. He is my closest partner and my most grateful relative, no one.

In the same boat, the patient's help and comfort make the ward a happy family.

There are three patients in the same ward, all about the same age, all middle-aged, with mild or severe illness. When we are not treated, we chat together, talking about everything from our illness, treatment experience to family life, like a happy family.

Only when people encounter the same situation can they fully understand each other's feelings and deeply understand each other's pain, so patients can always quickly establish friendship, help each other and be honest with each other in difficulties.

This was incomprehensible before I got sick. I didn't know until I got sick that the care between strangers might be purer.

One patient is a primary school teacher. After the operation, the doctor told her not to fall asleep, because it is easy to have an accident without anesthesia. At home, her husband and daughter have been shouting, but she has been in a daze. It was late at night, and the whole family was exhausted. The rest of us, including our family, were in a hurry and took turns to help wake her up. In order not to let her sleep, everyone Qi Xin tried his best to tell her jokes and stories, patted her on the shoulder and scratched her ankle to help her through the critical period after the operation.

I need to drink black fish soup after the operation. A patient's family bought fish with their own money, went to a small restaurant near the hospital for help and brought the fish back to the ward. Each of the four patients got a copy and was assigned to their own homes. There is hardly any fish soup. That's the most delicious fish soup I've ever tasted. It warms my heart.

I was the sickest in the ward and the first to leave the hospital. On the day of discharge, we shook hands and said goodbye, wishing and encouraging each other like family members. But we didn't leave any contact information. From then on, we will never contact or meet again, as long as we live quietly in this world.

Only by having an epiphany in a difficult situation can we not waste this unexpected arrangement of fate.

This disease is the biggest crisis I have encountered in forty years.

When I woke up for the first time after the operation, I felt as if I were in another chaotic world. Can't see clearly, can't hear clearly, can't make a sound. All the pictures kept shaking and fragmented. I vaguely smell death, as if I were close to it.

Until a voice from far and near shouted in his ear: well, it's all over, wake up! I slowly opened my eyes and saw the kind face of the doctor. My heart was at ease and I fell asleep again.

It turns out that death is so close to me.

Fortunately, it passed me again, thank God.

20 18 during the Chinese new year, I was able to go home safely through the heavy snow.

Only after this robbery did I deeply realize the preciousness of life. No matter who you are, God only gives you one life. Health is the cornerstone of life and the most precious wealth. Without it, everything you have, such as family, love, career and dreams, is like a dream bubble, such as dew and electricity. So, love yourself.

From then on, I always want to live happily and healthily for the people I love and those who love me, and I will not waste this unexpected fate.

Bless my dear family, bless my former patients, bless all strangers, be safe and happy.

The text is created by Shi Guang, and the pictures come from the Internet. The copyright of the pictures belongs to the original author.