More than twenty years have passed, and whenever I think of my mother's heartache, I can't breathe

When my mother diagnosed lung cancer, I was 16 years old, from that spring, my mother kept coughing, chest tightness, thinking it was a cold, went to the village doctor, the town health center, saw that it did not get better, and then went to see the famous local doctor, looked at it and said it was tuberculosis, prescribed a lot of medicine, or there was no obvious improvement, and then the doctor suggested taking a chest x-ray to see, Zhongshan shot out, the lungs have an egg-sized shadow, the doctor still said tuberculosis, has been treated according to tuberculosis for half a year, the condition is getting more and more serious, go to the city's third hospital to see a doctor, The chest x-ray was shown to the doctor, suspected of lung cancer, and then further tests were done to determine that it was lung cancer.

At that time, I was still in the health school, during the summer vacation, and my father told me not to go to school next semester (at that time, I did not know that my mother had diagnosed lung cancer). When asked why, my father said, "Your mother needs a lot of money when she is hospitalized, or you should take a break from school first." At that time, I cried, and being a doctor was a dream I had since I was a child, and it was shattered...

I also had two younger sisters, a younger brother, both in elementary school, relatively young, not yet sensible, and my father was going to the hospital to take care of my mother, and the task of taking care of them fell on me.

Let's write here today, I can't write anymore.