Let's Take a Look, Hope You Understand

Not long after my grandma was discharged from the hospital, she was admitted to the inpatient unit again today.

The doctor said that there was nothing that could be done about her condition but to take some painkillers. The intestinal cancer was in the advanced stage and had metastasized throughout the body.

The doctor also said that he probably wouldn't be able to leave the hospital this time, so he was thinking of the worst.

During the past few days at home, grandma was suffering from pain all the time. Every night and even during the day, she would moan and whine in pain, and painkillers had no effect.

Edema of the legs, difficulty in eating, difficulty in excretion, abdominal distension and pain, sweating and chills.

When she was at home, she would often sit tiredly, staring at a place with her eyes blankly, and occasionally muttering to herself, perhaps thinking about the past.

She knew her situation very well and took the initiative to mention the savings in her bankbook and the real estate in her name. When I heard that number, I realized that she was really stingy with herself.

In recent days, I have seen the so-called "short-picking line management".

When grandma was half-conscious, her hands were waving uncontrollably, as if she wanted to grab something, her fingers were rubbing the quilt or nothingness, her lips were moving, and she was saying something, but I couldn't hear it.

I could only watch helplessly, just like when I watched my sister with her face covered in blood motionless in front of me. The deep feeling of powerlessness grabbed my heart hard and made me unable to move.

The atmosphere at home is oppressive and silent, like a quagmire in which everyone is trapped and unable to escape.

The night before yesterday, when my father and I went out and passed a park, we suddenly mentioned that I took my grandma to the Spring Festival in 2022. It was the second month after she was diagnosed.

My dad suddenly said, "I wonder if your mother-in-law will be there during the Spring Festival next year."

I responded with silence.

The hot night wind blew into my nose, burning my throat.

Finally, regarding this month’s coding, I really don’t have the status and mood to guarantee that I will update it every day. I can only do my best, sorry.