"I don't know why I hate the disease so much, I'm even afraid to see someone else's twisted face. Chemotherapy after chemotherapy dried up my mind. I don't know when those days will be over, I wait for a calm night, a night without painkillers. But I can't wait for a night like this. After staying up until dark at dawn, I secretly told myself that I had one more day to live. I didn't dare to go forward, the blossoms were still so small. She hadn't learned to tie her hair yet, she hadn't gone to school alone, she hadn't gotten used to her days without me. How I wanted to go one step early, so that the days of crying would be far away from me. Duo Duo came to see me, took my hand and said, "Mom, when are you going to come home?" I want to eat the dish you cooked. "I looked at her, just like that, and the tears fell. She asked me why I was crying, and I said I wanted to go home. ”
As soon as Sister An's words fell, I turned my back to her.
"Over the years, I want to go home. Can you draw an eyebrow for me? Sister Ann tugged at my sleeve.
"Okay." I took out my eyebrow pencil and gently drew it upwards, shaking my hand and tilting it a little.
"Over the years, I'll put on lipstick." Sister An smiled, and even the eyebrows she drew followed.
"Okay." I handed her a rosy lipstick and a mirror.
Her hand twisted, and the lipstick lid was indifferent. She twisted it again, but she still didn't move.
"Sister Ann, I'll go to the bathroom." I say.
"Hmm."
I exited the door, tears streaming out of my eyes. Leaning quietly against the wall, maybe I should hide.
After a while, I gently pushed open the door.
"Over the years, am I getting old?" Sister An said with an eyebrow raised.
"No, you're beautiful, you're more beautiful than ever."
"Really?" Her tears fell quietly. I wanted to catch that teardrop, but it was too light for my heart to bear.
"Hmm." I nodded.
In the afternoon, Sister Ann was going home. After Brother-in-law An completed the discharge procedures, he arranged for Sister An to be discharged. Brother-in-law Ann carried Sister An downstairs and got into the car.
Along the way, we didn't talk. I looked ahead, not daring to look at Sister An. When she was about to get home, Sister An spoke.
"Husband, when I got home, you put me on the stone steps and I walked in." Sister An said.
Brother-in-law Ann wanted to stop talking, but he did not answer.
Sister An stood on the stone steps, and in the distance was Sister An's home, and Duo Duo was standing. Sister An slowly took the first step, the second step, her foot bent, my heart trembled, I took a small step to try to support Sister An. Brother-in-law Ann grabbed me and shook his head.
At a distance of 100 meters, Sister An walked for ten minutes. I just looked at her like that, at her weak body, blown by the wind, about to fall. I wanted to hug her a lot, just a hug. But my thick hand could no longer hold her hand.
As soon as she looked back, the afterglow sprinkled on her face, so beautiful.
A week later, Sister An left and went to a beautiful and light place. I sprinkled a glass of wine on Sister An's grave and sipped it. I'll never forget the moment she signed it, those big words: I gave up treatment.
An oncologist said: I'm not ethical. I don't want to sentence someone else to death. But I stood in this position and sentenced the body of others, which was not my intention, but a manifestation of my work. Every day, I pray that the souls of those who have been sentenced to death by me will not grow old, and let me hurry to apologize on the Huangquan Road.
At that time I thought he was hypocritical. He could have tried to heal, but he sentenced others.
I don't know why I hate tumors so much. In the face of it, life is so fragile and so tenacious. The most heroic man I have ever met, bowing before him. The weakest woman I've ever seen, bracing her teeth in front of it. However, the tumor does not believe in tears, and the consumption of life is only a matter of time.
After Sister An left, I agreed with the doctor.. That's not hypocrisy, that's human nature. The flower of life withers in front of the tumor, and the last remaining leaves, buried in the soil, grow into a poisonous tumor.
"Get out, Tumor Jun." Duo Duo stood in front of the grave and said.
I looked at her, looked into her determined eyes, and nodded.
"Sister, I don't want to have tumors in this world anymore." Duo Duo took my hand.
"Well, okay. Let's say: Get out, Tumor Jun. ”
"Get out, Tumor Jun."
A sound broke through the sky, drilling the eyes of the stars at the hole in the branches. Perhaps, Sister Ann heard it.
Sister Ann, the wind has blown away the memories, and you have lived in my heart ever since. Sister Ann, all the way to go. This way to the west, no more pain, no more disease. May you bloom in the world of light, and may there be no tumors in our world.