Recently, the "I Can Grow Up" Children's Cancer Public Welfare Annual Conference and the third anniversary of the establishment of the Jade Collection Children's Charity Foundation were held in the Red House Public Library building in Beijing. Tao Yong, an ophthalmologist at Beijing Chaoyang Hospital, was the guest speaker of the event and brought a keynote speech "Greeting Spring in the Cold Winter". Visual impairment is a common condition of childhood tumors, and no one understands the meaning of light better than Dr. Tao Yong. Children with malignant tumors are like a fragile seed, but because of the watering of affection and love, they can take root, sprout and grow towards the light strongly in the cold wind! Love and hope are the most important forces of "I can grow up".
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The following is a transcript of the speech:
Hello everyone, I am Tao Yong, an ophthalmologist, who came to Beijing to attend university in the year of Hong Kong's return to China, and so far, has worked and lived in Beijing for 24 years.
Outside the hospital, I saw Beijing with four distinct seasons, and each season was beautiful.
In the hospital, I saw many children, who were supposed to bloom in the spring, but encountered the winter brought about by malignant tumors, but they were tightly surrounded by love in the warm summer, and finally in the company of their families, they went to the autumn of harvest and growth.
Dr. Tao Yong's speech scene
Friends who like winter should not have experienced winter in the south. I myself am from Jianchang Town, Fuzhou City, Jiangxi Province, and spent 17 unheated winters in the south.
At night, before going to bed, it is hardest, you have to grit your teeth and drill into the wet and cold bed, if the winter in the north is a physical attack, the winter in the south is a magic attack.
Therefore, I would especially like the winter when there is heating in the north, especially in hospitals, because the hospital is particularly well heated.
Every time I walked from the outpatient clinic through the corridor to the ward, I would be particularly happy because the heating in the ward was exceptionally hot. Moreover, this corridor passes by the discharge, and I will see an old man in a wheelchair, with a smile on his face that can't wait to go home.
But I must not play with my phone when walking through the hallway. Because I have a WeChat group, a group of organ donors. Every day, a donation certificate with a bright red handprint pops up in the group. Then you know that one after another fresh and young life is leaving us.
On-site organ donation form
So your mood will go from the middle of summer to the cold winter.
More than a decade ago, on a snowy winter, when I was a graduate student, I met a 2-year-old boy from Henan.
His father brought him to Beijing because his family found that his pupils had turned white, which is called "white pupils" in our ophthalmology.
The pupils are originally black, and if you have a malignant white tumor under the eye, it will make your pupils look white.
Later, we diagnosed that this was retinoblastoma, and perhaps many people heard about it for the first time, but in fact it ranked first in pediatric eye malignancies.
Another feature of this tumor is that it is neuronal. When we are young, if we actively chemotherapize, lasers and freezes treat it well, and when the child is 10 years old, it can be cured and cured.
The child's left eye was because the tumor was too large at the time, and the left eye was directly removed on the spot.
The gift of developing retinoblastoma
At that time, his father thought that the name might be too big, so he changed the name. The child's name was changed from Li Jiacheng to Li Tianci.
For the next 10 years, Tianzi's father took Tianzi to Beijing. Father Tianzi helped people carry bags, father and son sold newspapers together, slept in underground passages, and lay on the chairs of the train station.
One winter, a little hooligan drank too much, passed through the underground passage, and asked God to kowtow to him. Although Daddy Tianzi was thin, he fought against the little hooligan like crazy.
God's father's head was broken, blood flowed down, and he was soon frozen into a blood clot on the ground, but he was not afraid, and finally scared the little rogue away with a desperate look.
Countless chemotherapy treatments caused God's hair to fall out. One day, I heard a child in the same ward ask him, "Where is your home?" Shaking his big bare head, he was doing difficult yoga movements on the bed and saying, "I don't have a home." Wherever my dad is, it's my home. ”
A gift for practicing yoga on a hospital bed
10 years have passed, and the other eye of The Gift of Heaven has also been removed because of an uncontrollable malignancy. The god-given dad who didn't cry when he fought with the little hooligans cried.
The winter of that year was particularly cold, but in the cold, there was a hint of spring, and this spring feeling was brought by Vivi.
Wei Wei was from Guangxi, 8 years old at the time, very thin and small. Vivi was lucky and unfortunate, fortunately, suffering from leukemia, she successfully underwent a bone marrow transplant.
His life was saved, but his vision was lost because of his low immunity, which led to a viral infection under his eyes.
Listening to her mother, before Vivi fell ill, she was smart and sensible, and she could sing and dance. After the bone marrow transplant, she became more sensible, and in order not to cause more trouble to her parents, Vivi kept telling her family that she was recovering well and could play and study.
But until one day Vivi couldn't see the slippers in her eyes, she helplessly told her mother.
By the time my anxious mother brought her to me, her vision had been completely lost.
At the age of 8, he developed leukemia and lost his vision due to a viral infection
Treatment is to inject antiviral drugs into the eye once a week. Vivi was not afraid at all, she said that the potion that pierced her eyes was light, that is, vision, and she wished to prick a little more.
After three months, Vivi's eyesight is restored, and Vivi, who has seen the light again, is already a little angel in the treatment room, and she will comfort every uneasy uncle or aunt or grandparent, telling them not to be afraid if they are not in pain.
She also painted a painting called "Minecraft", which showed her own medical drawings, injections, infusions, and bone piercings.
The other child's world is a playground, a chocolate, and her whole world is in the hospital. But she painted with colored crayons, and it was all warm, because she said that she knew that her illness was difficult to treat, and she was very happy that her uncle and aunt at the hospital were willing to treat her.
Vivi's award-winning painting
The painting later won the first prize in the Leukemia Children's Painting Competition held by the Chinese Children's Mercy Association, and finally won a prize of 5,000 yuan.
Of which 1,000 yuan, Vivi gave it to Heaven. Because they were at my clinic at the same time, Vivi said that Tianqi needed more money.
That year, Tianqi lost his other eye, but he had vivi as a friend.
Unfortunately, Vivi also lost her light a year later due to stubborn retinal calcification. She returned to her home in Guangxi and often called her good friend Tianqi.
She told Tianzi that she could arrange 24 different colors of plasticine and use her memory to produce lifelike plasticine works.
She told Tianzi that she had begun to learn Braille and could slowly read the braille on her own.
She told Tianzi that she had listened to thousands of hours of audio programs, including crosstalk, detective stories, and classical novels, and that she would share stories with Tianzi, and that they would sweat for the protagonist together, and that they would be happy together because the jokes were funny.
She also told Tianzi that she had written a poem for visually impaired children like them, and the name of the poem was "Birds Seeking Light."
Vivi pinched out plasticine works
The poem reads:
That summer, I lost what little vision I had.
From then on all the colors left me, and though I was in darkness, my heart was toward the light.
The pop music played on the mobile phone is more pleasant than before, the audiobooks in the app are more exciting than before, and the stories told by the anchors seem to become vivid and vivid at once.
Even though the sun lost its true color and fell on me, it was still warm.
Since then, my world has become stronger, because I know that there are more beautiful things waiting for me in the future, and everyone's concern is my driving force for progress.
I hope that all visually impaired children like me can become the strongest little flower in the flower bush, and can be the bird that seeks the light.
I hope that everyone can work hard for our take-off and let the whole world shine!
Later, Tianci Dad became a volunteer at the hospital, helping patients waiting in the hospital whenever he had time.
Vivi and Tianci became classmates, and they participated in the training of the Golden Blind Cane Training Camp together, learning how to use the screen reading software to use the mobile phone, how to travel with the blind cane, and how to be the anchor of the audio website.
Tianci and Vivi attend the Golden Blind Cane Training Camp
One winter night, I invited them to eat Peking duck. The two little ones were so happy. After eating, everyone walked to the door of the roast duck shop, and in front of a model of a roast duck, Vivi asked a question: What color is the roast duck?
I asked Tianci and Vivi to put their hands on the golden roast duck and tell them that the roast duck was the color of the wheat waves in the autumn of the harvest.
Touch the roast duck of Vivi and Tianzi
When we walked out of the store, the cold wind unique to the north country was greeted, making us secretly cry cold.
Heaven said that he hoped that the cold winter would pass quickly. Vivi said, yes, each of us becomes a green leaf, spring will come.
In the 24 years of living in Beijing, I have experienced 24 cold and hot summers. The 24 springs proved to me that all winters will pass, and the 24 winters also made me understand that some plants will begin to sprout in the winter.
The changes of the four seasons unconsciously record the story of growth - these children who once suffered from malignant tumors are like a broken seed, because of the watering of family affection and love, they are strong in the cold wind, sprouting, but always growing towards the light!