The United States is a very human country, and unlike the Chinese who are accustomed to avoiding talking about life and death, serious illness, like other ups and downs, will become a topic for them to share their feelings and encourage each other.

Hua Wan, who is not good at expressing her inner feelings, didn't want to come to this symposium on blood disease, but she couldn't resist Lan Jiashu's insistence, and finally was pushed downstairs in a wheelchair and went to a newly furnished hospital café to find a quiet corner to stay.

Because my English is not very good, I have to help introduce many things.

She learned that there were patients who had shared the same disease, the lucky ones who had been cured, and the family members of those whose loved ones had passed away quietly, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and grief in death.

"Don't be nervous, just talk together." Lan Jiashu comforted his beloved wife.

Flower night jaw head.

But when the symposium began, everyone introduced themselves all the way, and when it was her turn, her long legs were still a little panicked, and she stumbled in English that she hadn't used since graduating from college: "My name is Hua Wan, I'm from Beijing, I've had MDS for five years, and I'm transitioning to leukemia, so I came to this hospital for treatment, and the person who accompanied me was my husband." ”

Everyone was very friendly to the Chinese girl who came from afar, and immediately applauded.

Hua Wan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Lan Jiashu.

Lan Jiashu also smiled, holding her hand all the time.

Over the years, the two of them have been running their own ways for life and survival, and now because of the disease at the end of the road, they have fulfilled their promise to be with each other day by day in pain.

To participate in this kind of activity, Xiaoshu also hopes that Hua Wan can be encouraged and cheered up, but unfortunately she really can't understand those fluent foreign languages, and in the end, it seems that she is sitting here with her husband in good spirits.

Fortunately, the last person to speak was a Chinese woman, who opened her mouth in Mandarin with a southern accent, and she had to rely on the translation of the girl who accompanied her to speak to Lao Mei.

"My name is Yin Dongxue, my son was a firefighter in New York, he suffered from leukemia in 2003, underwent chemotherapy and surgery, but passed away last winter, I often dream of my son's figure these days, and it is difficult to come out of his death." The woman had a sad smile on her face: "During his illness, he worked, married, volunteered, and wrote two books, he was a very cheerful person, the disease did not knock down my son, even in the face of a painful life, he lived it well, there is a saying in China, it is called fifty years old and knows the destiny of heaven, the year he got sick, I was just fifty years old, but the person who knows the destiny of heaven is him, as a family member of a terminally ill patient, I understand the suffering you are suffering now, but tears are not much meaning, I hope that you will not only persevere, but also cherish every day at this moment, do what you want to do, become who you want to be, accept God's arrangement, and follow your heart...... Now I am volunteering in the cafeteria of the hospital, and if you want to eat Chinese food, you can come to me at any time. ”

When people hear experiences similar to their own, it's easy to empathize.

Hua Wan couldn't help but rub her red eyes, and seriously applauded the mother who was still willing to return to the hospital to encourage everyone, she was not afraid to face her future, she only hoped that her parents and Xiaoshu would be like her in the future, and gradually get out of the sadness of death.

"Girl, I hope you will be discharged from the hospital soon." Aunt Yin took off a silver bracelet that was some years old from her hand, got up and gave it to the long legs.

Hua Wan stood up flattered: "Thank you, thank you." ”

Aunt Yin was like comforting her daughter, comforting her to sit down.

That caution couldn't help but remind Hua Wan of Wang Wen who was far away in Beijing.

Lan Jiashu put his arm around his wife's shoulders: "Don't cry, didn't you say you want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, ask your aunt to make it for you." ”

"I'll cook you authentic Shanghainese flavor." The woman smiled, "We can also learn English together." ”

"Hmm." Flower night jaw head.

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In fact, because of the unfavorable treatment, the long legs inevitably began to wait for death, and in addition to talking to Lan Jiashu endlessly, he basically lay on the bed weakly, and he was too lazy to do anything.

But after attending the party that day, she had a little more energy, and asked Xiaoshu to get her a more labor-saving shelf, and she felt a little more energetic, and would lean on the edge of the bed and smudge her paintings with an iPad Pro.

Aunt Yin, who I met at the party, also often came to visit with food, half because she liked the lively flower night, and half because she had some illusion of empathy, hoping that she could heal and leave instead of her son.

"Auntie, who is that girl who always accompanies you?" Flower night on a certain day can't help but be curious.

"It's my daughter-in-law." Aunt Yin replied.

“…… Is it? Hua Wan blinked.

"Well, she's teaching at a nearby community college, didn't my son get sick and volunteer? The two met and fell in love at work, and although the girl later learned the truth, she still insisted on marrying him. Aunt Yi couldn't help sighing: "This really delayed her, but she is still with me in New York, and I don't see any regrets. ”

Hua Wan couldn't help but think of Lan Jiashu, and moved her painful body, no matter how strong she was, she would still feel hopeless.

At this time, Xiaoshu, who was being missed, suddenly walked into the ward with a cake on his face, with a rare smile on his face: "I'll tell you good news." ”

"What's the good news? My parents have arrived? "Flower night curious.

"It's the bone marrow that has been found." Lan Jiashu put down her things and hugged her excitedly: "100% suitable match, you can arrange surgery." ”

"Really......" Hua Wan was a little incredulous, and hugged back weakly, even her voice changed its tone.

"Well, the doctor just informed me, I'll come to you as soon as I call your parents." Lan Jiashu let go of everything that accompanied her here, and what she was looking forward to the most was nothing more than the hope in front of her.

Although Aunt Yin's son died of a recurrence after the operation, she was still very happy for them, wiping the corners of her eyes while silently praying.

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Bone marrow transplantation is not necessarily successful, and the vast majority of patients who die after transplantation are not tortured by leukemia and die, but are unable to bear the rejection that comes with the operation and end their lives.

But she has reached the point where she is seriously ill and has no solution, and there is no more way to go except to choose to gamble.

After bringing Wang Wen and Lao Hua over, Lan Jiashu finally solemnly signed a large stack of documents such as surgery consent, chemotherapy consent, blood transfusion consent, etc., and personally handed over Hua Wan's future to fate and science.

The pain of transforming the body is something that normal people simply cannot imagine.

Long legs started chemotherapy and drug preparation many days in advance, and then had a physical examination, fasting, and marrow collection, and was tossed away for half of his life, and finally entered the operating room smoothly.

Lan Jiashu couldn't rest assured at all, and even took his father's connections into it, just to accompany him during the operation.

But when I really saw Hua Wan surrounded by seven or eight medical staff, constantly drawing blood, extracting marrow, and turning over and over, I felt like I was being cut by a thousand knives, and the pain was so painful that my whole body couldn't stop shaking.

The whole afternoon of the transplant was spent in this extreme worry and fear.

When Lan Jiashu followed them out of the ward with vague steps, he realized that he was also drenched in sweat in the air-conditioned room.

Lao Hua and Wang Wen, who were also worried, immediately surrounded their son-in-law: "How is it, how is it tonight?" ”

The two of them didn't know anything about English, and even if they were in a hurry, they could only count on him.

Lan Jiashu took off his mask, his face was frighteningly pale: "It's going well, but what the result will be and whether there will be rejection will have to be observed in the next two weeks." ”

Wang Wen muttered to herself: "My daughter will be fine." ”

Lan Jiashu had no strength left, and sat down on the bench, feeling that it was difficult to breathe.

He really wanted to suffer this sin for Hua Wan, even if it was a hundred or a thousand times more painful, he couldn't stand her going through the ordeal again.

Warm tears unconsciously welled up in his eyes.

Afraid that his father-in-law and mother-in-law would see his vulnerability, Xiaoshu buried his head and tried his best to control his emotions, and his hands were about to go into his knees.

How could Wang Wen not see this scene, she suddenly understood why Hua Wan had to hide her illness for five years.

Sometimes the painful eyes of the loved ones are far more difficult than the pain of one's own flesh and skin.