It's a new year again, last night with my husband and daughter, I watched the New Year's Eve party in a lively way, and my happiness was born spontaneously.
About two years ago, I chased a post on a forum about a person with melanoma who recorded the last days of his life. At that time, I had been sick for a while, and I felt pity for the same disease, so I went to see her posts every three or five minutes.
At about the end of 19, mm and her family went to Suzhou for New Year's Eve, she had a lot of fun, and the company of her family made her feel satisfied. I remember she wrote in the post that she will also have to celebrate the New Year with her family next year, and she is not allowed to be absent, and she must not be allowed.
In May and June, the words are still in the ears, but the mm has already died of incense, sighing...
Although my illness was cruel, it gave me time to slowly say goodbye to my family. Long-term care for patients who are completely unable to take care of themselves is quite grinding, not to mention patients like me who cannot move and cannot speak. When I leave, I want my family to be relieved more than painful.
Happy New Year, everyone
