Doctors and surgeries take on everything and play everything at the right time, which is the benefit of the medical system of human society, so that the individual can be freed from it and be able to endure the pain that would otherwise be unbearable.

Now, it's your turn.

When José first informed him of his condition, Foley was still calm, believing that he could cope with it, and that as long as he calmed down, he would be able to find a suitable way to cope.

But things are far from being as easy as they think, and if Shamel falls ill, will Shamel be sad, and now Foley hopes that they have no affection for each other, and they don't know each other at all, so that maybe Shamel can forget himself like a former colleague.

But what should John do, if it weren't for John's birth, the days after his mother's death, if it wasn't for the expectation that John was about to come to this world and come to this home, he couldn't imagine how he could have been so smoothly involved in work and life a few years ago if he hadn't had a good expectation of his birth, and he had never lost his enthusiasm for work for a day.

Cruelly speaking, the eventual death of his mother seems to have made Forlì feel much more relieved, and the haze of death faded with John's arrival, and the sky was still bright and clear.

But now, he is the one who is responsible for this fear of death, and he doesn't know how much time he has left to think about how to tell his family about the upcoming surgery and the risk of quadriplegia.

If he was lucky, John would still have a father, but when he reached the age of basketball, the little one could not shoot with his father, and the only time left was enough time for Forley to teach him to shoot the ball. John hadn't grown up yet, and it would have been nice if he had grown up overnight, to ten or twenty years old, and had graduated from college.

Children will want to have a sound father, and they should have a sound father. John would be sensible, as his usual gentle disposition, and Foley couldn't help but frown, and the water in the bathtub gradually overflowed, swaying with pale orange waves. Representative Foley reluctantly leaves the warm bathroom, where John is waiting for him.

When passing by his and Sammel's room, he saw that Sammel was still asleep, she slept so well, Foley smiled, gently opened the closet in the hallway, and found a hooded shirt to put on his body, the front of the shirt has the Lakers team logo, John likes this dress very much, he hopes that in the future there will be a chance for the father and son to snuggle up in the sofa together while watching the game while rushing to eat nachos.

"Hey, little one."

"Hey, big man."

This conversation hasn't changed since John could speak.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Okay."

John, who woke up, had a red little face, as fresh and cute as a strawberry.

"Come on, let me see if it's any heavier."

Representative Foley picks up his son and raises his hands above his head.

"Daddy, let go of me, Daddy, let go of me."

John laughed and begged for mercy, kicking his feet back and forth, as if a monster had attacked him.

"Dad, Dad, I like Dad, let me go."

"It's not heavy at all."

"It's heavy."

"Not at all."

Representative Foley repeats.

"It's heavy, it's heavy."

Seeing John's serious and anxious appearance, Foley was even more reluctant to stop there.

"Where is it heavy, it is not lifted all at once."

"It's heavy, it's heavy."

As he spoke, John seemed to think of something, dragged his green pajamas and pajamas and swayed to the door, stood on tiptoe and said loudly, "Dad, you see, I have grown taller, and my mother said that I am 115 cm now." ”

"It's only 115 centimeters. You're 110 centimeters before you're four years old, little one. ”

"I'm going to be as tall as my dad when I grow up."

"Haha, that's a word."

"Hmm."

John nodded earnestly.

Representative Foley laughed at first, full of joy, but soon a vivid picture flashed in his mind, himself on the sickbed and John after he had grown taller, his old and helpless face looked ugly, his limbs were like dry leaves, John looked at himself blankly, Shamel stood beside him, his face was bloodless, he could speak, but for some reason he kept making the sound of buzzing insects, John frowned, and from his nervous eyelids, Forley could see that he was not welcome.

He was disgusted because he couldn't do anything for the family, he couldn't tutor John in family experiments, he couldn't help Samel with housework, he only lived because he didn't want to, he wanted to see John have a girlfriend, he wanted to see him run on the basketball court, he wanted to see him grow up little by little.

And it was because of his selfish desire to have these things that he was going to lie shamelessly in that hospital bed, and John came to see him as his only hope of living in the end.

"No," says Representative Foley, who quickly shakes his head to dispel the annoying image.

"Dad, what's wrong? Father. John looked at Forley with round eyes. I've been wearing firefly-colored pajamas for more than a year, and they do look much smaller than when I first bought them.

"Little firefly, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Cereal and yogurt."

"It's cereal again, can't you change it for something else?"

"No, breakfast is for cereal, nothing else."

"Okay, okay, listen to you, Firefly, can you change your clothes?"

"Of course, Dad."

Representative Foley went downstairs to the kitchen, first cleaning the table of the Lego toys that looked like a voyeur's eye, and then put them into a purple-gray plastic storage box and stuffed the box to the bottom of the shelf.

There, Foley sees more colorful Legos, each piece staring at him, dots on each piece squeezing into his body, settling in and not intending to come out.

He stared at them in a daze until nausea welled up in his stomach and throat, and the sour taste of last night's wine and noodles came out. He bent over the pool and waited for a vomit, but couldn't vomit anything.

Something must be done, this can't go on, Foley tells himself. He looked back at the living room, fortunately John should be brushing his teeth in the bathroom, Samel may not have woken up yet, at first he hoped that someone would show up, but after thinking about it, he didn't know how to think if Shamel bumped into her in that scene just now, and woke up in the morning vomiting as if he was pregnant.

Thankfully, the sense of humor hasn't been completely swallowed up, and Representative Foley laughs at himself.

"If you don't think about him, your life shouldn't have much impact recently." José's words echoed in his head, and if you don't think about it, that's it, José said, it's perfectly okay to live a normal life.

Before the surgery, these reactions weren't caused by that damn tumor, or even pain, they might have come from somewhere else, like the brain. These thoughts quickly swirled through Forlì's thoughts, and by the time John showed up in the living room, he was already cooking cereal and taking the yogurt out of the fridge.