An essay on mother's illness

I have a good mother. I always wanted to write about her, but I didn't know where to start until my mother was ill and hospitalized. When I saw my warm and healthy mother lying in the hospital bed, my thoughts floated around like ink dripping on the manuscript paper.

The moment my mother was pushed out of the operating table, my uncle's tears dripped on my heart like broken beads. I understand my uncle. Since the death of menstrual illness, my uncle often said in front of us that his sisters were already few, and now there are only him and my mother. In my uncle's heart, how afraid he is of losing my mother and his sister. The father standing beside my uncle, his legs kept shaking, and a strong father seldom shed tears. How deep the pain in his heart should be at this time. The dying mother opened her eyes slightly and looked at everyone. Tears fell silently from the corner of her eyes.

Mother is in her early sixties. My mother in her later years was fair-skinned and thin, with a height of 1 m 63, clean and neat, giving people a very cordial feeling. Mother thinks of others in everything she does. If she can't get up, she will stand quietly, or go to the hospital to get some medicine by herself, and never disturb her family. She always said that she didn't want to disturb others because of a little thing. This time, the community doctor was too ill to give his mother an intravenous drip and told her to go to a big hospital for examination. Her mother just called her elder sister who works in the hospital. My sister and I sent my mother to the hospital for examination and immediately went through the hospitalization procedures. The doctor said that the mother had a tumor at the urethral orifice, whether it was benign or malignant could not be diagnosed, and she had to be hospitalized for surgery.

The mother who came out of the operating table was pushed into the ward, lying in the hospital bed and never fully opened her eyes, becoming half asleep and half awake. Big sister is the leader of the hospital, and there are many things at work. Second sister and younger sister work in other provinces. I have been living with my mother, and the job of taking care of my mother belongs to me. Looking at my uncle who has been crying silently and my father with a dignified expression, I said softly, "Uncle, you and dad go home and rest!" " I'll talk about it here. Elder sister is still in the hospital! "

My uncle came to see my little sister's mother, who had just returned home, but she happened to be ill. He didn't want to leave anyway. My father, who has always been inarticulate, always puts his career first. For so many years, he has been used to his mother's meticulous care. It was not until his mother was seriously ill that he realized that her mother was so important to him and the family.

The ward is in ward 9 12 on the ninth floor of the inpatient department of the municipal hospital. The room was filled with pungent herbs, fresh flowers and intermittent groans. The bed was next to the bathroom when mom came in. A girl of about twenty years old is lying on the bed next to her mother's bed. It is said that she has a waist injury and is playing with her mobile phone. There is a bunch of flowers on her bedside table, probably from her boyfriend, which smells like floating. Her mother sat beside her bed, leaning against it. There is a woman about her mother's age lying on the bed near the window in the ward. His arm was broken and his left hand was wrapped in a white bandage. From her words, I learned that her family is in business, her daughter is not around, and her son and daughter-in-law are busy with business, which makes my aunt a little cold. Her groans were mixed with sobs and floated in the air intermittently, which made people feel a little unhappy. On the first day, my mother was almost half asleep. Father didn't leave. He squatted in front of her bed and asked her what she wanted to eat from time to time. Actually, he hasn't eaten himself. My uncle saw that my mother was much better today than yesterday, so she went back when she had something at home and said she would come and see her another day. Sister is seldom free today. Before she sat down in the chair in the ward, her colleagues followed. The spacious ward was crowded with these visitors. Mother lay in bed and nodded frequently to greet everyone. When the guest room was quiet, my mother added some red envelopes to her hospital bed. My mother blamed my sister for not letting everyone know, and repeatedly told me not to tell others about her illness, so as not to add burden to others. Sister said: "how can paper wrap fire?" I didn't say anything, everyone watched me check with you. "

In the afternoon, my sister's mother-in-law and sister-in-law rushed over. My sister's mother-in-law is eight years older than my mother, and she has a good relationship with her mother, who always calls her master.

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When my younger brother and sister went to college, my father retired early from the unit and the family was financially strapped. I happened to meet the forestry bureau of my brother-in-law's unit to engage in tree planting and forest restoration activities. Mother contracted a few acres of land in a planting base under her brother-in-law's unit, and sold the seedlings after planting, alleviating the economic pressure at home. Mother thought, father retired, with help, two people working together is better than one person. Mother is in high spirits. She immediately borrowed a cow and a plow from her relatives and gave them to her father to turn over the soil. Dad went out early in the morning and confidently told his mother, don't worry, he cooks the food at home alone. Mom, stay at home in the morning, thinking: It's hard for dad to go out to work so early, so I cooked breakfast for dad carefully. In the words of their fifties, their father was a worker and had never dealt with land in his life. My mother took breakfast to the fields. The cow rope was tied to the plow, and my father was squatting in the field, smoking a cigarette and covered in mud, looking cruel and helpless. Mom walked over and looked at it, and immediately understood what was going on. He held his breath and shouted to his father, "get out of the way, I'm coming!" "

My father glanced at my mother contemptuously and squatted on the ridge with breakfast. When my mother raised her bullwhip and shouted, while helping pears move smoothly in the field, my father stared at everything in front of him at breakfast, unbelievable. Looking at the cow that was difficult to obey just now, she was so obedient in her mother's hands at this time and was impressed by her mother's ability. In fact, these are just reviewing lessons for farmers' mothers. Mother's shouts attracted pedestrians on the road. Someone stopped curiously, handed a cigarette to his father and said to his mother with a slight smile, "It's amazing to have a man's demeanor!" "

Self-confident father, frustrated, returned home, watched TV from time to time, flipped through his medical books, and played with flowers and plants in his spare time. My mother said that my father didn't do his job well. My father was too lazy to argue with my mother, so he went to work as soon as he saw it. After my father left, my mother was alone, and occasionally she was too busy. My brother-in-law called his mother, the eldest sister's mother-in-law, to accompany her. The flower farmers in the nursery base are all called mother's master, and the mother is also called her sister's mother-in-law master, not her sister. Is it an honorary title to call her master tactfully and friendly like a friend?

"master! You should pay attention to your health! Not to bring me back to life, but that you are overworked and sick. " Looking at the teacher sitting by the bed, my mother whispered hello. At this time, the elder sister's sister-in-law quietly gave her mother a red envelope, which was rejected by her mother. My mother can't move. I took the red envelope, put it in her hand and said, "Sister, you are so busy at work that you still come to see my mother. I am very touched. You are very grateful, but the money is really unacceptable! " After pulling for a long time, the money was returned to my mother.

As soon as my mother's master and daughter left, the accompanying aunt in the next bed said, "What relatives are they?" When she heard her mother say that she was the elder sister's mother-in-law, she said in disbelief, "Your eldest daughter and her eldest son-in-law must be close relatives. The two families must have been relatives!"

We all smiled and said nothing. Marriage is the fusion of two families.

(3)

The patient in the hospital bed by the window, I don't know why, cried and said that his life was too bitter. Everyone was surprised to ask her what had happened. She said that after her daughter-in-law sent a bowl of Regan Noodles this morning, no one came to see her again. Obviously, she is old and useless, and no one cares about her. Everyone just looked at her bedside table and Regan Noodles in a disposable paper bowl. Maybe she was really hungry. When eating, my father sent the rice cooked by my mother, and my mother used chopsticks to scoop up half a bowl of rice and vegetables for my aunt who was left unattended, so I simply ate a little. Seeing this, I said I'll bring you some more when I go back to dinner. Mother waved her hand again and again, signaling me not to make any noise, whispering that I could only eat so much, and my stomach couldn't stand it.

I know what my mother means. She was afraid that her aunt would be embarrassed. It has always been my mother's style to be considerate and helpful.

I remember that when I was in the first grade of junior high school, my eldest sister worked as an intern in the hospital and often brought some extra medical band-AIDS, gauze and disinfectant home. Once, the mosquito net in my room broke a hole, so I found out those band-AIDS at home and put them on the hole. Shortly after I put it on, my brother was naughty and tore off the patch again. This has been repeated many times, and there is nothing I can do. I have to sew gauze on the hole. When my mother found out, she insisted that my brother and I were too wasteful. The next day, the neighbor's husband and wife quarreled, and the man was injured, but the mother took out all the band-AIDS, medicine and gauze to wrap up the neighbor. I was too young to understand, but I said my mother was meddling. My mother didn't hit me. She just said, "Son, you can't just care about yourself. We are neighbors and should take care of each other. " Besides, now, it is a patient who lives in the same room, and there is no reason for mother not to help.

I went back to eat and came to the hospital. It's already past seven in the evening. There is an extra child in the ward staggering in the room. What are a young couple and a brokeback aunt discussing? I saw my aunt crying: "Go make your money, get rich, don't worry about what I do!" "

That young man should be her son! She looks a bit like her, standing on the side with her head down and silent. The young woman is calling her child: "Come here, child! Mom hugs! "

The child jumped on the man next to him and babbled, "Dad!" "

My sick aunt is still nagging. At this time, I saw my daughter-in-law shouting gruffly, "I didn't fight again." I'm still angry with you after a tiring day. It's just that I broke my arm. Why make a fuss? "

Look at this battle. If aunt's injured hand can't move, two people will definitely fight. Daughter-in-law and son were coaxed home by everyone, and the sick aunt kept criticizing her daughter-in-law there. The scene of her quarrel was clearly seen by the whole ward. The accompanying aunt winked at my mother from time to time and shook her head. Mother sighed and advised, "Sister, every family has its own problems. If stumbling is normal, home is not a reasonable place. " The children are tired and they are all angry. Don't be sad if you are wrong. What do you care about your children? Your temper scared us just now. It's all your fault. "

Looking at my aunt crying in a ball and trying to persuade her mother, at that moment, I really understood the true meaning of my mother's saying that home is not a reasonable place.

(4)

My mother used to be a daughter-in-law and now she is also a mother-in-law. What she says is always consistent with what she does. I can't help thinking of my mother and grandmother.

My mother gave birth to so many children. My grandmother takes good care of her every confinement. Every meal will make her eat well. In the words of her mother, she will always be a generous mother-in-law. Grandma can feel a little injustice in her heart. Grandma has been dead for many years, and my mother still praises her as a delicate and clever mother-in-law. Grandma was born in the city, her husband's family is a big family, and her vision is relatively high. However, it can be seen from her relationship with her mother that grandma appreciates her daughter-in-law.

Mother not only handles the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but also is a rare capable person from top to bottom in the family. My mother can embroider. As long as I can remember, my mother always worked during the day and embroidered at night. When I was a child, we slept on my mother's pillow embroidered with dragons and tigers, and there were some small animals with rich meanings. My mother embroidered not only herself, but also others. My aunts often came to my house to sleep with my mother in the early days of marriage, and helped her take care of us when we were very young, just to learn embroidery from her. Until now, when I meet those aunts occasionally, they will say that time flies. When I was a child, they hugged me, which made people laugh and cry. At that time, my mother never counted how many flowers she embroidered and how many shoes she made. Mother is always good at sewing. Grandpa, grandma, aunt, uncle, dad, and those relatives and friends all wear shoes made by mom and insoles embroidered by mom. My mother's shoes and insoles are packed in big wooden boxes in the past. I remember I made a boyfriend, so I took him home. When taking a bath at night, my mother took out some insoles and a pair of cotton shoes that I prepared for my father. I didn't wear them. Give it to my boyfriend for the time being. My boyfriend took the shoes I handed him and stared at my head excitedly and said, "Did you embroider them?"

I gave him a white look and told him it was my mother's unique skill. He kept praising my mother's skillful hands.

Yes, my mother has a pair of skillful hands and slender fingers, doing what she likes. The samples, uppers and soles of my mother's shoes are all made by herself. Mother has a very delicate shoe-shaped passbook, which is wrapped in cotton silk outside and folded into plum blossoms, peach blossoms and peony flowers with cardboard inside. Every page is a flower. After each flower is spread out, you can see all kinds of shoes edited by your mother, including adults, children and the elderly, big and small, fat and thin, as long as the shoes you make have no samples. I often think of my mother, a woman who never graduated from primary school. She can neither design nor measure, but the shoes she cut by herself are exactly size 36. She would never cut them into 37 yards. Those year-end window grilles, which my mother believed, are so lifelike. The cotton cloth used by mother to make shoes is all ready-made cloth woven by mother herself. Mother also has a large collection of fabrics. She carefully divided them into five parts, one for each of our five sisters. When I got married, my mother gave me several large rolls of cotton cloth and sheets and bedspreads made of colored cotton thread. This dowry once alarmed my mother-in-law's family, and they even took it to the market for comparison and found it was better than selling it.

Grandma always said that my mother was a genius. She is really a handful of women if she studies. No one is perfect. My mother has never read any books in her life, but she has done many things that scholars can't do. Grandma has a bad temper. She beat her father and scolded her aunt, but she never blushed with her mother. Grandma held her mother's hand tightly before she died and said, "son, I know you have suffered a lot in our family. I owe you." We will still be mother-in-law in the next life, and I will pay you back. However, don't quarrel with my son after I die. If there is anything, communicate well between husband and wife and tolerate him in everything. Think more about children when you are sad. They are so cute. When they grow up, they will never treat you badly again. "

When grandma was alive, I never saw my parents quarreling, only occasionally accompanied me, and grandma only criticized my father. Therefore, my mother respects my grandmother as much as my father. Many years have passed, and in my hometown of Fiona Fang, hundreds of miles away, the love between my grandmother and my mother's mother-in-law is still circulating, which used to be a much-told story for a generation.

At nine o'clock in the evening, my sister-in-law called to greet my mother. She told her that my brother was on his way home. My sister-in-law is too busy, and my brother won't let her ask for leave. Mother occupies a large proportion in my brother's heart. My mother went to Beijing, lived in her brother's house and spent several years with her sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is from Shandong, and many eating habits are different from my family. My mother always abides by her eating habits when cooking for my brother. My brother often laughs that my mother is eccentric, and my sister-in-law is very moved. She confided to her mother and said, "Mom, if there is anything wrong with me, just say it so that everyone can get along well." Mom doesn't like to wear gold and silver, but her sister-in-law buys her more jewelry and clothes than we do, but her mother will carefully collect them. She always said that they were gifts from her sister-in-law and would be passed on to her later. On Sundays, when they are not working, they all get up late in the morning. Mom always gets up quietly, washes their underwear first, tidies up their dirty clothes and puts them in the washing machine. Then she went out to buy breakfast for her brother and sister-in-law. Brother, when they got up, their home was spotless by their mother. Therefore, my brother respects my mother very much.

(5)

Mother heard that her brother was coming, saying that she had not changed clothes and bathed for three days, and she was not feeling well. I'm afraid my brother will come and bump into her taking a bath and urge me from time to time. I smiled and said, "Mom, you are really picky. Your son is not shy. "

I immediately called for hot water, just mixed cold water, drew the bed curtain, wrung out the towel, and prepared to wipe my mother's body. My mother is a little embarrassed and wants to come by herself. I grabbed the towel and said, "Mom, I'm your daughter. Why are you embarrassed to wipe your body? "

Look at my mother, her legs have long lost their fullness when she was young, and her skin color is still the same, but she is covered with wrinkles and traces of annual rings. I am also the blood cell division in her body. What kind of struggle did she have when she gave birth to me? Staring at my mother's deformed figure, I remembered the scene when my mother came to see me when I gave birth to my son. I wiped my hands with a towel, but my eyes were full of tears. Fortunately, my long hair covered my sad eyes.

My marriage was not blessed by my relatives. My father refused to let my mother come to see me, but my mother and daughter were United, and my mother went anyway. At that time, my mother had never been far away and could not speak Mandarin. She took the train from Hubei to Xi 'an. It's inconvenient for me to walk. My husband went to the railway station to meet my mother alone. He has never met my mother, and her mother doesn't know my husband. In the bustling crowd, my mother held a milk box tightly in her hand, and people were squeezed from side to side by people on both sides, but they were afraid that others would crush the things in the box and drift with the flow in the crowd. The husband pushed through the crowd and rushed to hug his mother. "Mom!" She couldn't speak any more, tears swirled in her eyes, and her mother immediately knew who he was.

After listening to my husband's story, I complained that my mother had brought a box of eggs all the way. Mom said, however, this is the earth egg she bought specially in the country, which has high nutritional value. We can't buy such eggs in the market. The box of eggs separated by sawdust was brought by my mother from a long journey, but none of them were broken. Looking at my tired mother, my husband and I choked up. I saw my husband cry for the first time in my life.

When my son was born, I was lying in the hospital bed like my mother today, and the person who served me was my mother. For more than 30 years, my mother has broken her heart for my growth and my marriage, but all I can do is to wash, wipe, pour a cup of tea and chat with my sick mother today. Mom! I hope you get better soon and live a long and healthy life, so that my daughter can do more things for you. My daughter wants you to stay with her all the time. Even if she is isolated by people all over the world, I am not afraid, because with your love, even the cold heart will become warm.

My brother asked for leave and rushed back to the hospital from Beijing. It happened to be Saturday. My father saw me in the hospital with my mother, and he went home in the dark. I just took a bath for my mother, and my hands were rubbing my mother's clothes. My brother is back. Maybe he hasn't seen his mother for a while. It seems that he has a lot to say to her. While he was talking to his mother, I washed her clothes and hung them on the hanger on the balcony to cool down. Seeing that I was the only one in the hospital, my brother turned the conversation to her husband. Speaking of her husband, my mother's face actually showed a little bit of worry. Unexpectedly, I was urged to go home. There are people in the hospital, the children at home are still young, and the husband is too busy alone.

Husband can start a business, and the person who should be most grateful is his mother.

When my son was one year old, I took my husband and children back to my hometown and applied to be a teacher in a bilingual kindergarten. But my husband, a foreigner in a foreign land, can't find a suitable job, doing nothing all day and indulging in mahjong. It's easier said than done if you win, and you ask me for money if you lose. My son is still young, and my salary is not enough for the couple. It's not easy to get married in a different place. Seeing that some students don't study much and rely on their husbands, life is full of flavor. I have been studying for several years, but now I live a miserable life, so that my relatives can witness my misery. Quarrel has become a common occurrence, and my father keeps blaming me for my disobedience. Mother took out her own private money and slipped it to her husband. She also told me: "He is in a bad mood now, be patient and don't argue with him. You should be kind to him, because his children have accompanied you all the way. "

After a while, my husband said he wanted to do business. However, big businesses need funds, and small businesses don't want to do it. After staying at home for a few more months, my mother said, "You young people are ashamed to do small business. Then I'll go out and do it When it is big, you can start again. "

There is a vegetable market in front of the house. My mother gets up at two o'clock every morning to buy food from the vegetable vendor, and then sells it in the vegetable market. My husband went to help occasionally and gradually changed his mind. He also got some information from the market and mastered some business rules. The mother gave the money she earned to her husband and said, "Don't be opportunistic. It is glorious to earn money by yourself. "

The husband was moved to kneel down and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm sorry!" " I worried your dad. "Maybe the husband is born to do business. Since then, he has made money in both small and big businesses, and his business has become more and more lively and bigger, which has been recognized by everyone. If the business capital is difficult, the mother will always mobilize the whole family to help her husband tide over the difficulties. My husband has lived in my house for several years and has never been home. Obviously, he regards my home as his home.

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I promised my mother that I would go home. My brother stayed for two days and returned to Beijing after seeing his mother recover. I occasionally take time to see my mother. It is my father who spends the most time in front of my mother's bed every day. Mother can't take care of herself after the operation. The urethral orifice is connected to the plastic bag with a catheter, and the urine flowing into the plastic bag should be squeezed out frequently. I'm not with my mother. These are all represented by my father. When my parents were young, one kept the house and the other worked outside, and they seldom got together. Nowadays, parents are old. Every morning, they go shopping arm in arm. In the evening, my mother goes to the square to dance, and my father will watch, and then take my mother's hand and go home together. Seeing my father at my mother's bedside, so careful and caring for her, I suddenly thought of: young couple, old friend.

After my mother was discharged from the hospital, she couldn't move. She was afraid of staying at home all day, so she asked me to change the recording of her dancing into a good song. I couldn't find a suitable memory card at the moment, so I did as my mother said. Mother was lying in bed, listening to children's songs for a while in the morning, and a group of people came to my house talking and laughing in the afternoon. People didn't arrive, the voice rang first, "come back! At night, can we do it again? " I stood upstairs and looked down, all of them were women who usually danced with their mothers. Mom likes to make friends, or she is old, I just found out. Mother is more active when she is old than when she is young. Beijing today, Shenzhen tomorrow and Guangzhou the day after tomorrow. She often said that when the child is older, there is no burden, and it has been suppressed for decades, it is time to live back to its original appearance. I have always believed that my mother is an influential woman. When she embroidered, she embroidered with everyone; When knitting, everyone follows the trend, and most mothers act as masters; She said that after dancing, her legs walked more and she didn't feel any pain, so everyone danced with her. My house became their ballroom in rainy days. When it doesn't rain, I will definitely see my mother in the central square. Today, when they arrived, the sick mother was a little less lonely, but the newcomers were a little more disappointed.

Because now, my mother can only lie in bed. Besides listening to music and watching TV, she is still chatting with relatives and friends who come to visit her in batches. I took over my mother's usual work at home, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the house and entertaining guests. Everything these mothers usually do is handy, and I can't stand it no matter how hard I try. I dare not be careless in entertaining guests. No teacher taught me, and I'm embarrassed to ask. I want to reassure my mother, so I have to ask the computer. Every time I cook a dish, I go upstairs to look at the computer, so running back and forth upstairs and downstairs will inevitably disturb my mother. Mother said, "What are you running for? Not tired? Think about it before you do it. "

Finally, I cooked a meal. I wonder how many brain cells have died. When I saw off a group of guests, I shouted long live. Walking around the kitchen table all day, where can I have time to do maintenance? My hair is twisted in the morning and I washed it in a hurry. If you don't have time to decorate, go to the market to prepare the dishes for the day. Maybe one day, there will be a big room full of guests. Fortunately, my home is close to the food market. It takes time and work to take care of the mother, pick up the children and help them with their homework. I finally understand why my mother never cleaned the house when she was young. Grandma and we always help clean. I thought my mother was not good at cleaning up the house. Now, I know my mother has no time to do these things.

When I was a child, my classmates wrote the composition Mother. Some of them describe virtuous mothers, outspoken mothers and strong women ... but I don't know how to describe my mother. My mother has too many faces, but each face is not enough to write. However, during my mother's illness, I deeply realized the heavy burden on my mother's shoulders. Mother is not a successful woman, but she is a successful mother. She has never achieved much in her life and has been silently supporting her father. In the mother's mind, her husband is everything to her. For the sake of family and life, she kept changing herself and gradually lost her true self. Maybe everyone just came into this world and is an ordinary member. Later, only life made them become capable people, successful people, strange people and great people, just like their mothers.

Mother is a wonderful book, recording a legendary life; Mother is a sunflower, always facing the side that needs her most; Mother is a fairy, who has gone through human hardships and finally became an ordinary person; Mother is a touch of warmth in the years, always showing the sunshine to others. Mother has many faces, but the elderly mother is the truest one in her life. She has a handsome face, fair skin and warm hospitality, and is a good mother that everyone loves.

Mother and daughter wish you a speedy recovery. With your warm love, I can survive this cold winter and meet a spring-like future.