Seeing that the postoperative reaction of the husband seemed to be gradually reducing, the heart that was holding on to it relaxed a little.

In the morning, my husband drove alone to the branch of the Hongkou District Public Health Center to prescribe medicine and infusion, so that I could rest at home for a day.

After a serious illness, he seemed to be more considerate of me than before. Indeed, I was sore and a little overwhelmed.

After dinner, he suddenly told me about a liver transplant, maybe he saw information on the Internet, or maybe he heard from the doctor, saying that it would be painful to do a bad job after a liver transplant.

I have also checked the information, if it is used in the liver of an immediate relative, the risk of rejection will be much smaller, and the unknown coefficient of the liver of outsiders is too high, and no one can predict what will happen next. However, his son's affection for him was not yet to the point where he was willing to donate to him, so, when I mentioned this, he waved his hand again and again, asking me not to mention it.

Yes, the father is suffering from cancer, and the son is so stingy to even call and care. Is this his own son?

How much a liver transplant will cost, how long will the liver source have to wait, and whether his status will be eligible for transplantation will all be known until he goes to the senior specialist clinic on June 1.

Usually he always says that he wants to live with tumors, but it is really not easy to do this. Perhaps we healthy people will never be able to understand the state of mind of a cancer patient, and the strong desire to survive will occupy his entire thinking, so that his words and behaviors will become different from usual, and sometimes even incomprehensible.

In the morning, when he went out, I took the time to record a poem by Zhao Lihong "To the Wild Goose", revisiting the wonderful feeling of being in front of the microphone when I was young. Even though I have fallen into a low point in my life, I am still optimistic and trying to find a joy. In addition to taking care of my husband most of the time, I would be singing, reciting, writing, crocheting, and if it weren't for my husband's illness, I would have been wearing my own crocheted cheongsam to take pictures with my sisters.

Now, these have become luxuries, and taking care of my husband has become the whole of my life.

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