Talking about parents' feelings when their son died.

At this point, my heart is like a knife. I have been away from home for nearly nine months. I think of my elderly parents, who are ashamed and can't be filial to them. I will continue to send my son to the ward for chemotherapy at dawn. I want to cry when I think of this cruel reality. I'm sorry for being old and I'm sorry for being young. This mood is worse than death! It's really hard to live, but I want to be strong enough to give my child a healthy body! go to all lengths