About two months ago, my sister caught a cold. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info she is as strong as me, and she doesn't tell her family when she is sick, she keeps dragging it out. It may be fine for ordinary people to drag and drag, but she is weak, and if she drags, her condition will be serious. How severe is it? Hemoptysis, coughing up to vomiting blood. He was sent to the hospital for treatment and his condition improved. I thought this would be fine, but I didn't expect that a few days ago, the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and when I was sent to the hospital, I couldn't move.

Why did I say I was updating on time the day before yesterday, but yesterday it was late? Because I got up yesterday morning after 5 o'clock to go to the hospital to take care of her - she couldn't move, she couldn't even drink water by herself, until my mother came to pick me up in the evening, and when she came back, it was already 8:20 p.m., and she hurriedly ate two mouthfuls of porridge and renewed. When I was in the hospital, I also took photos and sent them to the group.

This morning, my dad went to the hospital to take care of my sister, and my mom came back, and I learned from my mom what happened last night.

Just last night, after I left, my sister's condition worsened and she was admitted to the intensive care unit at 6 o'clock this morning, and she was issued three critical illness notices in a row. In the morning, my mother ate noodles with tears in her eyes, and tears dripped into the noodle soup. Before the noodles were finished, my dad called and said that my sister might not be able to do it. We hurried over, and the doctor said that the hospital had no choice but to resign itself to fate.

She had congenital heart disease and had surgery to replace her valve when she was a child. Artificial valve exchange transfusion was not possible, and she had to take warfarin every day to thin her blood. This time, her heart failed, the chamber exchange transfusion could not flow, the blood was squeezed into the lungs, and she could die suddenly at any time, and the mortality rate was as high as 70%.

She is my sister, my own sister, she is only twenty years old, and her good years have just begun, and I am really not ready to part with life and death. My dad told me that in the morning, my sister held his hand and cried and told him he couldn't breathe. It's a scene that breaks my heart when I think about it.

I really can't understand the heaviness of life if I haven't experienced it.

I've been in the intensive care care room for a day and I'm only coming back with my hands and feet shaking. Fortunately, my sister's condition has improved slightly, but she is not out of danger and is still in the intensive care unit.

Whether my sister survives it or not, I won't be able to update it during this time. (To be continued.) )