Men should know how to cherish women's emotional stories

I will always remember that night, when I was watching sports news as usual, my wife took a shower and said to me, "Why do I have a mole on my foot?" I am a person with no medical knowledge. I think women like to make a fuss, so I just ignored it. Our life should be said to be very harmonious and comfortable. She has been a full-time wife since I held a senior position at the company. I worked three days of overtime, traveling a lot, sometimes three weeks. When you go out on a business trip, others will be worried about the health of the elderly at home and the homework of the children. On the other hand, I always take care of my parents and help my son with his studies. In fact, many people envy her, and many people envy me. In the eyes of others, she didn't have to look at the boss's face from nine to five. We have bought a car and live in three bedrooms and two living rooms on the West End. Although neither of us knows what romance is, our relationship has always been good. My wife used to be a pharmacist and she had a little bit of medical knowledge. She knew that this inexplicable, painless, sudden black mole growth could be problematic. She went to the doctor herself and was diagnosed with skin cancer. The result was all of a sudden freaking us out. During those days, I accompanied her to the most famous hospital in Shanghai. All diagnoses are the same, and a famous doctor told me that her cancer mortality rate was 90%! This is the most dangerous skin cancer. Soon, as doctors predicted, new moles grew on her legs, arms and back. Her body and spirit gradually began to decline. I was under the impression that I occasionally had a cold, a fever, a stomachache, and my wife almost never got sick. Now, however, she was never idle and ended up lying in a hospital bed. Without her, the home became deserted. The kitchen was not heated and the bathroom and furniture were covered in dust. The place that used to be bright and warm, and felt comfortable coming back, became a place I barely knew. I'm not familiar with a lot of things at home. I used the microwave to defrost and steam the rice. It's been a long time, I don't know which gear to use. I make a cup of coffee or tea, make a bowl of instant noodles, and heat up a bowl of soup. How does it taste different from hers? She used to hand me groceries with ease, but now I can't find them when I go through the drawers. From the moment she was hospitalized, I began to take public holidays, personal leave, and try to spend as much time with her as possible. That's when I realized that if there was no home, if there was no considerate wife at home, no matter how much money a man made, the scenery outside would be empty. Just as her condition was getting worse, an acquaintance told me that there was a hospital in Guangzhou that specialized in treating this skin cancer, and similar cases had been cured, but the cost was high. A course of treatment for 3 months costs about 300,000 yuan and a cure rate of about 30%. When I told my wife the news, she was barely sick and said three words to me explicitly: I want to live! Really, I never felt how loving we were before, but at that moment, I felt that we were the most loving and suitable men and women in the world, and how good it was to live together. She wants to live, I want her. We should grow old together, wait for our sons to grow up, and hear them call us "grandparents." I decided to accompany her to Guangzhou. When I went to the company to ask for a leave of absence, I also heard my colleague muttering: "If it were me, I would save 300,000 yuan." If there is no cure, it will not be a problem of both human and financial resources. Those who say these words have not experienced the grief of the departure of their loved ones, nor do they know the hope that this opportunity has brought us. At that time, I thought, even if it is 600,000, 1 million, as long as she can survive, I am willing to sell the house and the car. Before going to Guangzhou, I went to the supermarket near my home to buy some necessary daily necessities. On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, supermarkets are full of cheerful faces, and people talk and laugh. Suddenly I felt isolated from happy people, and from the moment my wife was sick, all the laughter and laughter had nothing to do with me. I bought a lot of groceries according to the list she gave me. When I went out with my bag, I felt heavy. Over the years, she has had a good arrangement for eating at home. I never knew how much each bag of rice was, how much was per barrel of oil. I never knew that getting these things from the supermarket to my home was actually a tiring thing. Once, I thought I was the pillar of my family. When she suddenly broke down, I realized that she was the backbone of my family. We spent our most intimate days since we got married in Guangzhou. During those three months, we spent time together, often laughing and crying together. I don't remember how long it had been since we'd had such a heart-wrenching conversation. After the first month of treatment, she seemed to feel much better. Occasionally, I take her for a walk in the garden. We recall the first time we met at the gates of People's Park. The first time we saw the movie was at the Victory Cinema, an Italian movie called The Last Emotion. She remembered Sophia Rowland as the star. She told me that when I asked her to watch the movie, she had already seen it with her classmates, but she couldn't bear to refuse me and watched it with me. It seems that we only recalled this episode when we were on our honeymoon, and now we only feel sad. Married for so many years, we have never talked so much together. For three whole months, I watched her slowly haggard. The special treatment didn't work for her, and she couldn't even drink a bowl of porridge in the end. And then she said to me, "I want to go home." And just like that, we went home desperately. After returning home, her body became weaker and weaker, and the pain symptoms that cancer patients fear most began to appear. She couldn't sleep all night, she was tortured and moaned all night, and the painkillers didn't work. I can't wait to suffer for her. I really can't bear the pain with my own strength. Occasionally she felt better and started explaining housework to me. It wasn't until then that I knew how busy she was at home alone, with so much chores. She also told me which restaurant to buy every time I ate bad hooves, which brand of underwear I usually wore, and which supermarket to buy. Three days before she died, she even taught me how to use the washing machine. The washing machine that I used for several years, I bought it with her at the time, and she's been making it ever since. A few days before she died, she kept saying she was happy when she married me. Our three months in Guangzhou were the happiest day of her life. Those three months will also be the wealth of my life. Although, because of these three months, I lost the opportunity to be promoted, lost a lot of material things, and everything became a world of difference compared to my wife's life. Fortunately, there were those three months, otherwise the conscience would be uneasy for a lifetime. On the day of her death, she was very calm. I told my son that my mother had gone to another place to wait for us, and we would be reunited there later. At that time, Mom was still Mom, Dad was still Dad, he was still our child. Now, I'm most afraid to see a happy family of three. Every time I pass by People's Park, pass by the original Victory Cinema, and pass by the supermarket we have been to together, I can't help but cry. When I use the washing machine, when I press the microwave oven, when I find seasonal clothes for my son, when I come home late from work, when I make instant noodles for myself, I wake up in the middle of the night and sleep alone in a big bed, wanting to cry. I didn't feel any particular happiness when she was here. She is my wife who has been married for many years and the mother of my children. When she wasn't there, it seemed like the sky was about to fall. I used to see a guy crying after the death of his lover in a TV series. I think it was a sensational performance. Now I'm crying with him. I saw a free blood donation car on the road that day. I thought of her again. I remember one time, the unit organized blood donation. It's my turn. When she heard about it, she asked me solemnly, "Can I go for you?" I don't work anyway. You can rest at home. I also laughed at her: "Sick, let others know, don't laugh at me." After I donated blood to go home, she made me spinach pork liver soup and red bean lotus seed porridge. I think she often said to her son, "Dad works the hardest at home to make money, so Dad is the most important." In fact, she is the most important. Without her, our father and son lost the most important thing in the world– happiness. I bought her a cave tomb in Sheshan. When I drew the word "love my wife" with a red pen, my heart was sad. I'm not a good expression of feelings. When it comes to falling in love, I never say the word "love" to her. She sometimes flipped through Qiong Yao's novels, shed tears for the love in the TV series, and laughed at her. Now, I can only write the word "love" on her tombstone. My beloved wife, if she can come back to life, I am willing to say the word "love" to her a thousand times, which all women are willing to hear from the human population countless times. Why, when she asked me to say it, when she was healthy, I didn't tell her a few times?! I just want to tell my healthy and happy husband to take good care of your wife, give her more time, and don't ignore everything she does for you. There are many things that are lost to know her beauty. Your wife is the woman who loves you the most, knows you best, and is willing to give everything for you. Besides, no kind of feeling between a man and a woman is as good as the true feeling between husband and wife.