Uncle, I miss you.

Last night, I dreamed of my uncle who had died for many years. All kinds of ideas come to mind. I have two uncles, a big one and a small one. Uncle/kloc-died of liver cancer 0/2 years ago. At the age of 54. It only takes four months from onset to death. I have been with you all the time, helping you to see a doctor and buy medicine in the hospital. I have a scooter to take my children to school, just in time to drag my uncle back and forth for a follow-up visit. The doctor has sentenced him to death, saying that he can live for three months at most. I don't want to admit and face it in my heart. Why can such a good uncle only live for 3 months? Didn't you say that good people live long? How can you get cancer when you are so young? My uncle has a son and his son has a wife. My aunt is in good health. During my uncle's treatment, the whole family dropped everything to accompany my uncle. The hospital has stopped giving treatment, so we take it back and try to meet all his requirements and ideas, and eat whatever we want. The hospital prescribed many painkillers. Painkillers should not be prescribed unless absolutely necessary. Find someone to inquire about Chinese medicine if you don't give up. Thinking that miracles might happen. Driving with my family and accompanying my uncle to see Chinese medicine, Chinese medicine is very helpless to watch movies. We asked Chinese medicine practitioners to prescribe some drugs for treating cancer, and then I went back to give them to my uncle, feeling hopeful. We dare not tell my uncle that we have cancer. But my uncle is an educated man. I knew it from the first time I did CT, but we just refused to admit it. I didn't want to face it from my heart. I always thought it was impossible. I love my uncle and he has given me great encouragement and help since I was a child. I can't bear to leave him, and I don't want to lose him, so I think my uncle will be fine and should be able to survive. So I stayed with my uncle every day, watching him take medicine and chatting with him. My aunt is responsible for cooking medicine for my uncle and making good food, but my uncle really can't eat anything, so I look forward to taking painkillers every day, but I still can't stand it. I shut myself in the house, clutching my stomach, and stayed at home in pain. My aunt and I are in the room, and there is a Buddha statue in my uncle's room. Seeing my uncle's unbearable pain, my aunt knelt down and kowtowed and said "bump into Buddha" to pray for my uncle. When the medicine comes up, it won't hurt so much. You can sleep quietly for a while. My aunt left the house and wept outside. I was too sad to disturb him, so I stayed quietly outside. When you hear my uncle's movements, go in and see what you need and take care of him. I felt that my uncle had nothing to do during the day, and I was afraid that he was always thinking about painful places, so I tried to divert his attention. I will give my uncle my laptop and teach him to surf the Internet, surf QQ, watch movies and listen to music. If I'm not around, we can watch QQ video. He is very happy. Every day, just like at work, after breakfast and taking medicine, he will turn on the computer to watch news, military affairs, Buddhist music and movies. My aunt said that my uncle is much happier with the computer and feels that there are big things waiting for him to do. Yes, he is busy every day. He took medicine at some point, and when it hurt badly, he went into the house and lay down. When the medicine stopped, he remained awake. Every day, whenever I have time, I will run to accompany him. He wants to see me, too. Every time I hear my uncle call me, Hui! You came, or you called me on QQ, Hui! Come on, I'll ask him what he ate today, what news he watched and what movies he watched. Let's find a topic to discuss. I lived in my uncle's house for three months, and one day I went to see him. My uncle's face is very sad, and I think I'm running out of time. I asked my aunt how she was doing. My aunt took me out and told me quietly that my uncle's cancer cells had grown into his lymph, his neck was covered with pimples the size of grapes, and there were several bags the size of quail eggs at the back of his waist. Isn't this spreading when I hear it? But what can I do? My uncle's son and I will drive the medical record to the hospital to apply for painkillers. We can only give one box at a time. If we can't stand the pain, we will receive an injection. It's really painful to look at my uncle's thin body. I just want to take a picture with my uncle. I want to take it out when I miss my uncle in the future, but I am still a little uneasy. I'm afraid I'll cry when I take pictures. I feel like taking a portrait. I can't stand it. I'm worried that my uncle has a burden in his heart, and I'm afraid he will feel bad. So I never dared to take this photo. After half a month, one morning my aunt told me to go to the hospital quickly, and my uncle vomited blood. Scared me enough, I drove to the hospital. The doctor looked at my uncle's medical record and said there was no need to be hospitalized. I was not convinced, so I found various relationships and contacted the hospital. When the husband found someone to look for the dean, he was arranged to be hospitalized. The doctor said that there was no other way to inject painkillers in the hospital. That's fine. It's better than waiting at home to vomit blood. During my stay in the hospital, I kept wondering if there would be a miracle and I would suddenly get better. During the period, my relatives came to see my uncle, and the hospital bed was small, so I came out and waited outside. Once, a friend of my uncle came to see my uncle, and when he came out, he whispered in the corridor that my uncle was dying after only a few days, and suddenly I couldn't stand it. The worry in my heart and the company these days, at this moment, I suddenly burst into tears. If I can't cry, I will face the wall and let the tears flow all the time. That feeling in my heart. I really want to find a place where no one can cry. When my uncle's friends saw me like this, they thought they shouldn't say these things. I just said hello and left quietly. I cried for a while, dried my tears, calmed down and went into the house to see my uncle. My uncle saw me and said, Hui! Come here, let's talk. I looked at my uncle's yellow eyes and thin body. It really hurts. I held back my tears and looked at my uncle. My uncle said you were sad, didn't he? I feel sorry for my uncle, don't I? I really can't stand it. Tears silently stayed, and my uncle cried and said, don't worry, it won't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt at all now. My heart! Uncomfortable My aunt shouted me out when she saw me like this. Let me calm down. Calm down. When I entered the room, my uncle looked at me and said, I am the eldest of the younger generation. I remember to take care of my brothers and sisters and the elderly at home in the future. Yes, I will. I promised my uncle. My heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, stirring and savoring the complicated feelings of losing loved ones. My uncle said let me go home. I want to go home and look at my uncle's pleading eyes. I immediately decided to leave the hospital. My uncle can go wherever he wants, and I promise anything he says. So we can take my uncle home again, and my uncle can be more comfortable at home. Take painkillers and nutrient solution at home. Accompanied by my uncle, all the relatives in my family came to my uncle's house to accompany me. Everyone wants to spend more time with him in these last days. This kind of life lasted for another half month. I didn't go to see my uncle these days. Because I caught a cold, I was afraid to see my uncle infect him, so I stared at QQ every day, waiting for QQ to shine, waiting for my uncle to call me in QQ, Hui! Busy? I greeted my uncle as quickly as possible and talked with him. Only when my uncle is tired and I play QQ can I work normally. I feel that my uncle is still alive today, so I can rest assured. It wasn't long before this day came. 1One morning in early October, 165438+ We were still sleeping. Suddenly, the phone rang, my heart was pounding, and an ominous feeling came to my mind. My aunt cried and called us to hurry over, but my uncle was dying and vomiting blood. My husband and I put down the phone and flew out to pick up my mother. My dad drove to my uncle's house. When we arrived at my uncle's house, we couldn't move. There is blood everywhere in the room, on the floor, on the bed, and anywhere we can see. 120 The bus is here, too. The emergency doctor came into the house with treatment equipment to rescue my uncle, but my uncle's pale face had lost color and vitality. The doctor who gave the injection looked at my uncle's hands and feet and touched them. He said that the blood vessels were shriveled and there was no way to save them, and that the man was dying. My aunt called my uncle's name, and my mother used to call my uncle's nickname on my uncle. The last sentence was said by my uncle. Sister, I feel uncomfortable and boring. Then he died. Oh, my God, I couldn't believe it at that time. My uncle really left, so I ran out and stood in the yard crying loudly. Really gone, these days of worry, are released at this moment. Uncle. My favorite uncle. I can't hear my uncle's kind voice calling me anymore, Hui! Let's go I can't see the uncle's image shining in QQ anymore. I miss your uncle so much. I hope you have a good time in heaven. I love you, uncle.