Chapter 131: Mother’s Love (please give me monthly tickets, please subscribe)

Yanyu is looking at the QQ log. There are no colorful pictures or any unnecessary decorations. There are only boundless blacks, a touch of early morning sun and updated logs.

Several of them are written like this:

On March 27, 2014, it was yin.

Today is the darkest day I think. The sky has no color or any light. Its color is only endless black and endless pain in my eyes. My husband and I took my son to the Third Military Medical Hospital in the morning. I thought my son had just caught a cold, so I asked the doctor to see it and just get some medicine.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor gave his son a detailed examination and then issued a report requiring the examination and test. At that time, we didn't think much about it, but we just thought the doctor wanted to find money, so we asked us to do a test or something. As long as the son is good, it doesn't matter, it's just a physical examination for his son anyway.

But the sudden news came later, which made me unacceptable. The doctor told us that through the test of the surface, our son Xiaomeng can now almost be sure of suffering from chronic myeloid leukemia. If it is to be truly confirmed, further tests and examinations are needed.

When I heard that moment, I suddenly felt that the world had lost its color. Why did Xiaomeng, who was healthy, suffer from leukemia? Why did Xiaomeng in our family suffer from leukemia? Why did God give us such a cute child? Why did we want to take it away from us? No, our Xiaomeng has not got leukemia. Hasn’t the doctor really confirmed it? It must have been made a mistake, and the careless doctor made a mistake. I don’t believe that Xiaomeng will suffer from illness. I take care of him so well every day and my nutrition is so balanced every day.

At that time, I had countless questions and countless disbeliefs. But medicine could not be sloppy. My husband and I found three large hospitals in total, and the results were the same every time. Three hospitals, three were tested on the same day and received reports on the same day. The identification above was the same, and the above said the same.

Chronic myeloid leukemia is actually a relatively rare malignant tumor. This disease was what I learned later when I searched for books. It is one of the most difficult leukemias to treat and one of the most common leukemias in the world. This disease is the most difficult to treat, whether it is chemotherapy or bone marrow replacement, and the mortality rate reaches more than 80%.

Xiaomeng's illness alarmed the whole family, everyone was anxious for him, everyone was praying for him. I was so tired today, and I really felt so dark today. Why does an eight-year-old child suffer from this disease, and why does God treat me like this? Xiaomeng, you must be strong, and your mother will always be with you.

On April 15, 2014, it rained.

Xiao Meng has been hospitalized for many days and has been treated for many days. I am with him every day. Every day I will tell stories to Xiao Meng and tell stories about the Calabash saving grandfather. In fact, I am not telling this story to my children, but to myself. As a mother born in the 1980s, the cartoons I watched when I was a child were Calabashes. I want to use the strength, courage and persistence of the Calabashes in it to encourage myself and make myself believe that Xiao Meng will be fine.

The 8-year-old child already understands the matter a little. In the past two days, Xiaomeng has been asking me why I should stay here? Why can’t I go home? Why do grandpa, grandma, grandpa, and grandma cry when they see me? Why do they all hug him hard?

In fact, not only are they sad, but I am also sad. I cry in the toilet every day, and when I wake up every night, I cry. Why do they do this? I really want to tell Xiao Meng that because you are sick, your family is sad. But the child’s heart is full of color. I can’t just lose my temper and want to vent my ventilation, but I don’t estimate the child’s feelings.

Xiao Meng's hair was shaved, and he was a cute little bald head. He often touched his head and said that he was smart and didn't understand. Every time Xiao Meng showed cuteness, I felt very sad. Why? Such a cute child is like this? Why did God be so unfair to him and cause him to suffer from such a disease?

Our family is not rich. In recent days, my husband is running around every day for the sake of his children. He can't sleep or eat every day. There are also children's grandfathers, grandmas, grandpas, and grandmothers. Everyone has a kind of sadness and fatigue on their faces.

Two days ago, Xiaomeng's bone marrow was compared with her husband. At that time, our whole family seemed to see hope. During the past two days, the family's smiles increased a lot. Her husband often comforted me and said that they would definitely be able to compare. But God did not give us the opportunity. This morning we got the comparison report, and the doctor regretted that the comparison was not successful.

We, who were originally holding hope, once again fell into the bottom of the abyss. On the way back, I kept thinking, why, why, why, is this why, was it that I did something wrong? Did I anger some gods, why didn’t they add punishment to me, why did they treat Xiaomeng like this? Xiaomeng is still a child, a child who has only seen this world for eight years. He is innocent and cute. Why did God put the punishment on him? I would rather suffer myself than Xiaomeng’s pain.

May 5, 2014, sunny.

The sun is very big outside, but I can't feel any warmth. In the past few days, Xiaobao's gums are bleeding, his stools are bleeding, and he has been bleeding many times. I have not slept for more than half an hour in the past two days, and I am always worried about Xiaomeng. I am afraid that when I wake up when I fall asleep, Xiaomeng will be killed.

Today, Xiao Meng suddenly asked me, "Will he see the world when his mother dies?" I didn't know how to answer at that time. I didn't know what Xiao Meng thought of for a moment, or did someone ask what he asked in front of him? At that time, I was also asking myself, will he see the world when he dies? Maybe it's okay or maybe it's not. They all said that after he dies, people will go to heaven and ascend to a place called heaven, so there is no sorrow, no sorrow, and no pain. There is only happiness, endless happiness.

The bone marrow that can meet Xiao Meng's requirements has not been found yet. Every day, my husband searched for this matter online and contacted him. In the past month, my husband has lost a lot of weight. He used to laugh and frowned every day. Sometimes he was smoking alone on the balcony, and he was holding his hair alone and blaming himself.

If there is no suitable bone marrow, Xiaomeng will receive chemotherapy every day, and the pain and side effects of chemotherapy are unimaginable. Xiaomeng is only eight years old, and her eight-year-old child has just developed. In this way, he will be able to imagine how much pain he will suffer every day.

At the same time, I would like to thank those kind-hearted friends here. Every day when I see your encouragement in the space, I secretly cheer myself up in my heart. At the same time, I believe in miracles. Because there are so many kind-hearted people who donate money and materials, pray for Xiaomeng every day, and also come to Xiaomeng from time to time. With everyone's blessings and everyone's wishes, I believe Xiaomeng will get better slowly. Thank you for yourselves.

In fact, there are still many logs in it, and this is just an excerpt. The last log ends with three exclamation points to thank everyone. It can be said that this mother's thank you is so sincere and touching.

Yanyu looked through these days with one hand, and countless touches made her quietly shed tears. Looking at the mother's space album, Xiao Meng's photos were included. Since Xiao Meng was born, she was full moon and one year old. There are countless photos on it every year. Looking at the smiling little angel on the photo, and then looking at Xiao Meng after chemotherapy later. The two seem incomparable, and there is nothing to describe the feeling when you see it, because there are tears, sadness, loss, and lament...

There is one photo taken by Xiao Meng after chemotherapy. He stood in front of the gate of the chemotherapy room, Xiao Xiao’s right hand was in a victory position, his face full of smiles. Whenever people saw this, they would say a few words. Because they really could not refuse this desire for life and confidence in defeating the disease. Xiao Meng’s heartfelt smile made people feel sour. In the face of the disease, how many people could join the army like this, and how many could laugh.

What's more, he is still a child, an eight-year-old child. He just came out of the chemotherapy room and was still suffering. But just such a smile can bring confidence to countless people and melt many people's feelings.

This mother wrote very touchingly, simple, and many people commented. Many friends wished Xiaomeng to recover quickly and to be safe and healthy in the diary. Some friends asked someone directly for a phone call, saying that they wanted to see Xiaomeng, wanted to bring a gift to Xiaomeng, and wanted to bring a wish to Xiaomeng.

Yanyu was also moved. She now wanted to see Xiaomeng and meet this brave little boy. At the same time, she also wanted to get to know this mother and this mother who had been by her son.

Mother's love is great, and every mother loves her children in different ways. They have been silently waiting by their children's side. The health and happiness of their children are their pursuit.

The same is true for this mother. She watches her son be tortured bit by bit every day, and watches her son fighting against death every day. In fact, she is the person who is most anxious and the person who suffers the most. From the diary she wrote, she hopes that she is not her son who gets sick, but herself. She hopes to pass on all her son's illness and pain to herself, and she does not want her son to be injured a little.

At the same time, her days also revealed a kind of sadness and powerlessness. The mother also blamed herself for her incompetence and was sad because she couldn't help her son. In fact, she knew that she had done enough and had done well enough. She stayed by her son every day, and devoted herself to her son every day, afraid that he would be hurt, afraid that he would not be able to bear it, and afraid that he would cry. Everything is actually love, the love of the great mother.
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