How fragile life is, how strong life needs to be.

People often feel that they can't let go of their hearts in their daily lives.

From time to time, I feel it is like duckweed, and I can't dominate its ups and downs; At any time, I think it is like dandelion, and I can't dominate its flight direction; I always feel that it is like an epiphyllum, and I can't control the duration of its bloom. Many people unconsciously waste their lives in uncertainty.

When you walk into the hospital and see so many people around you walking on the edge of life and fighting death with drugs in the nearest post office, people can understand how fragile human life is and how powerful life needs, no matter how helpless and helpless it is.

In this kind of witness and thinking, you have to calm yourself down and think about what you should cherish, forgive, understand and tolerate. You have to keep your mind at peace in your most fragile life, so that it can beat more peacefully and make life more meaningful and valuable.

Next, let me record what I saw in the ward. The purpose is to arouse some thoughts of everyone, some thoughts about ordinary days and ordinary life.

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Uncle in bed 35 was unconscious when he came to the hospital. The accompanying wife and girl pulled down the curtains so as not to be seen by others in the same ward.

That night, I only heard the rumble in my uncle's throat, and a mouthful of phlegm that could not be spit out anyway rang in his throat all night.

His wife taught him how to spit out this sputum like a child, but he didn't get it after all.

On the third morning, when I went to the hospital to accompany my father, my uncle's hospital bed was empty. The people in the ward said that they had gone home because the patient had lost consciousness and the treatment was meaningless. They chose to give up. I think it should be difficult to give up like this, but it is very rational.

Uncle left a pair of shoes in the ward, and the people in the ward said, throw them away. They can't wear them, and probably won't come back for them. ...

The disease is so fragile that a mouthful of phlegm blocks people's normal breathing and also blocks a person's way to continue living. Whether the patient is strong or not is meaningless, but relatives need to be strong, because life has to go on.

Bed 35, soon came an old couple in their 60 s. They were given by their daughter-in-law, and their only son worked in other places and could not go home. The daughter-in-law has a one-year-old child to take care of. After settling them down, she left in a hurry. The old couple listened to the doctor's inquiry: Do you want to be a bone marrow puncture? The doctor patiently told them the necessity of various tests. The old uncle looked like an honest Mu Na and didn't speak. He is a bit like Mr. Lu Xun. Aunt, a man whispered to the doctor: I quit, I'm almost ready. The doctor reluctantly left.

I saw the future of the parents of the only child from them. Of course it's not that tragic.

However, once the parents are sick and the only child has to live and work, who will take care of those parents who are unable and qualified to make any decisions about their bodies?

Old uncles and aunts are very strong, and such strength is obviously helpless.

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The uncle in bed 33 is cheerful and humorous. He has a loud voice and loves to laugh. This uncle is accompanied by his wife, who is a tall, dignified and quiet aunt.

I asked uncle, which one of you is the patient. Uncle said it was himself, so aunt was the one who accompanied uncle.

But my aunt has been taken care of by her uncle, giving her the bed to sleep, leaving her delicious food to eat and bending down to tie her shoelaces.

I admire my uncle's carefulness. I am sick, but I take care of my accompanying aunt.

There are no children in the hospital, and it is not convenient for me to ask too many questions. Later, I heard from my uncle that he was 78 years old and my aunt was 82 years old. He has three daughters and a son, all of whom have a hard life and are very busy. Aunt has a little cerebellar atrophy and forgetfulness. She is afraid to leave her alone at home, so she always takes it with her.

I admire my uncle even more, and I saw the true and simple appearance of "warm man" and "love" from him.

Auntie eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, and rarely talks.

However, at noon that day, my uncle was going to have an infusion, and my aunt gave her bed to my uncle. Aunt sat by my uncle's bed with a Mazar, staring at the infusion tube for two hours, and asked my uncle from time to time: Do you want some water? Is it uncomfortable?

With her cerebellum atrophied, she couldn't forget her responsibilities at the most critical time, just looking at her uncle who was sick after infusion.

In the afternoon, my uncle's daughter-in-law brought me food. When she left, my aunt saw her to the door and said politely, thank you!

It's perfect! This made me sit up and take notice again. I admire the courtesy and dignity of a mother-in-law with cerebellar atrophy.

It turns out that her forgetting has a choice. For example, she chooses to forget the pain of life and the difficulties she faces. She sleeps and eats to cope with these things that she can't solve. But she did not forget to protect her sick uncle when he needed it, nor did she forget to thank others for their efforts.

Uncle and his wife are accompanying each other in the hospital, happily facing their own days. Vividly explain the meaning of "wife" to each of us.

There may be a lot of helplessness in such strength, but there should also be a lot of wisdom in it.

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3 1 Bed is a middle-aged man. I have a beautiful wife and a young son.

He has a loud voice and is easy-going and optimistic.

The doctor thought he was running around and couldn't rest. He smiled, but he really couldn't find the word disgusting.

As a matter of fact, he is very ill.

He seldom stays in the ward, but as long as there are others, the ward is full of laughter.

Sometimes, such laughter makes people feel relaxed in life, but they don't feel that these people are standing on the edge of life and will say goodbye to the world at any time.

In fact, everyone should be aware of their situation in their hearts, but they choose to treat their life situation with happiness or self-mockery, silence or optimism.

Yes, they are all people who need to rest, but no one wants to lie in bed quietly for a lifetime. As long as they can do what they can, they become the group of patients who don't listen to the doctor the most.

Yes, what is the meaning of rest? One more day in this world?

So, what's the point of staying one more day? Lie quietly in bed and continue to recuperate?

Sometimes, I can't understand how patients can be responsible for their own lives, whether they concentrate on treating diseases or do what they want to do. This is a subject that patients need to think about themselves, which is related to their own choice and understanding of being alive.

However, at this moment, I am in awe of every patient in the ward. Their lives are fragile and may end up falling at any time, but their strength makes their lives so strong.

These days, the stories in the ward often make me think a lot about life, and also make me cherish my health more.

Life is really fragile, and it is precisely because of this fragility that we need a firm, kind and gentle power.