The inpatient doctor threw out the treatment plan, and the family fell into despair.
Whatever the scheme, it is nothing more than delaying, alleviating, improving, and all schemes are these characteristics. Doctors seem to be ordinary, and do not forget to add after talking about a plan, this plan will vary from individual to individual.
Both the mother and the son are in despair, less sensitive to words like delay, improvement, etc., and more of an unrealistic cure. Where do they know that the most difficult thing about advanced cancer is to endure life rather than death.
Death is actually very simple and very fast, but often the most unacceptable is the relatives, because they feel that they have not given the best and most powerful treatment plan guarantee to their loved ones; secondly, the hospital does not accept it, because saving lives and helping the injured is the responsibility of this group, and it is also the guarantee on which this group depends for its survival.
As a result, the transaction of time came into being, one side is willing to extend, and the other side is just doing scientific research experiments and recording data. The patient who benefits or is victimized may be forced to choose the process that he should not have experienced, perhaps for family affection, or for the sake of life.
Once a person does what he does not want to do, is forced to do it, and does it for some worldly vision, it is really living for others, and it is tiring to live. The mother is such a person, and now she is still sick, she is for others to say that her son can give her treatment, the son cares about her, but the so-called others think.
The son wanted to be treated, the mother hesitated, and the doctor naturally said, then you decide. The mother is worried about the high cost, the son only considers filial piety, but the doctor never worries about the cost of treatment, after all, he does not have to pay for it himself, after all, the cost is high, and he appears to have a high awareness of the use of high-tech drugs.
But the doctor will say the approximate price, and when he says it, it is very subtle, showing that these have nothing to do with himself, and all the patient's family members choose. After all, doctors only come up with treatment options.
"First do a blood test, mainly by drawing venous blood to see if there is a mutant target, this should be sent to the outside company to do, the cost is more than 8,000!"
"Ah..." The mother's eyes widened, and the son held back in his heart.
"If there is a mutant target, use pd1, this drug is the most advanced, the side effects are small, a course of 60,000, about 6 courses to re-evaluate the effect ... , the drug, to buy it yourself, I give you contact information, Hong Kong to buy, the mother continent does not ..."
Without saying a word, the son nodded his head, appearing to understand, and the mother was like a wooden chicken.
"If there is no mutant target for blood draw, you can only look at other plans, first of all, I will contact you if you do it?"
Eagerly waiting, sure enough, the son gritted his teeth and said to do, the mother quickly pulled the corner of the son's clothes, said let's discuss it again, and quickly fled the doctor's office.
The doctor looked at the departing figure in a daze, breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the teacup, and took a sip.
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In fact, sometimes, money can be used to buy life, that is, the part of life extension, minute by second, day and night, January, March...
But these all need to be decided, testing human nature, affection, conscience, and even the words of others, the saliva of others after a person dies...
The final chemotherapy, chemotherapy alone, the cheapest treatment plan, without any target sequencing, without any purpose, is to try it and see the effect. Treatment for the sake of treatment, that's fine.
Doctors no longer pay too much attention, just use some conventional drugs, without the initial scientific expectations.
The mother lay and moaned, and the son went to the hospital every day, that room, that bed, which was more difficult than going to the grave, he knew that such days would not be many, but there was nothing he could do.
There is always talk in the corridor of the ward, what to do experiments, what rebates, what scheme is OK, what cure is cured, there is no medicine available, because it is mutated again...
The virus turns out to be just like people, fickle and cunning. It's even disguised.