After a year, good food and drink enjoy, although I know that I can't eat more, try to be as light as possible, but I still can't hold my mouth, this is not, just after going to the toilet, a mess will emerge from the urinal

After a year, good food and drink enjoyed, although I know that I can't eat more, try to be light, but still can't hold my mouth, this no, just after going to the toilet, the urinal will emerge a ball of white foam, like the bubbles of washing powder water, long lasting.

Looking at the rising bubbles, my heart was like falling into hell, I couldn't see the hope and future of life, and my eyes were full of despair and helplessness. Thinking of his kidney disease, he has not been cured for many years, and after more than 20 years, he has even gone to kidney failure without exception.

When I first got sick, I ran all over the world, looking for good medicine, went north to the three eastern provinces, went east to the capital Beijing, the ancestral secret recipe also spent a lot of money to treat for several months, regular hospitals also sought medical advice, kidney puncture was also done, and pathological analysis was also conclusive. Even so, it is difficult to escape the fate of kidney failure.

Even in order to cure his own disease, he went to the bookstore to buy the medical monographs of the top experts in the field of kidney disease in China, read it more than 10 times, and roughly understood it. It can be said that he is almost a half-hanging pseudo-doctor, and he has been a doctor for a long time.

Drink some milk and eat a few slices of beef, you can still see the bubbles when you untie your hands, and they will not disperse for a long time. Proteinuria is impossible to cure, urine protein is also impossible to descend, the function of the kidney is not good, like a rotten sieve with many holes, nutrition down the garbage but left in the body. Creatinine has been rising, and the first task now is how to make creatinine rise slowly, and then slow down, allow me to live for a few more years.

Alas, how long is the road ahead? Maybe three or five years? Maybe for eighteen years? Who can say for sure!

Life enters the countdown, very slowly, ticking, like a tap that is not strictly closed, but life has an end, and there is always a day when the oil dry lamp goes out!

What a cruel thing to watch life go to death step by step, but there is nothing you can do to stop it!

There is no hope of living!