My anti-cancer diary

This morning, the fog was thick, and there was a rare and beautiful fog that did not dissipate until noon. In the evening, it snowed again. Looking out the window, it was white.

Today is a day to remember. Two years ago today, the upper lobe of my right lung was removed. Since then, my difficult anti-cancer mileage has begun. I have spent two years of my five-year survival safely, and I am thankful to God that although it gave me misfortune, it also gave me hope.

Today the stomach is very painful, but because of the epidemic situation, it is inconvenient to go to the hospital, and can only endure.

I originally wanted to record my life, but I wrote here temporarily because I was uncomfortable.

Hopefully, the epidemic will pass sooner. My Great Hulunbuir won this smokeless battle! Come on!