"Forrest Gump" says that life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the next one will taste like.

I didn't understand it before, but now I finally understand what it's like to feel like this.

Yesterday afternoon, my son had an MRI 3.0 in the Second Hospital of Harbin Medical University, which was the second time in the past half a month.

The results of last week's examination came out, except for the results of the genetic and chromosome examinations that will come out next month, and the problems of the child's hypochondria and pituitary gland are basically confirmed.

The good news is that the results of the pediatrician and the two MRIs are suspected pituitary cysts. Of course, the hospital is not easy to determine, so I have to go to the brain surgery department to register, and then continue to check prolactin and so on.

The reason for going to brain surgery is simple, because now it is not a problem of development, but a problem of the brain.

In the words of the head of the pediatric department, the child needs brain surgery to determine whether he can have surgery, whether he can have general anesthesia, and whether he can take growth hormone.

Two years and one month, 71 centimeters, 15 pounds, and hypochondriasis, even doctors dare not easily determine what to do.

Sometimes, it's sad to think about it and don't know what to do.

But it's okay, it's good to be alive.

Whether it's a pituitary cyst or a hypochondriasis or something, as long as you can live.

It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive. (To be continued.) )