After that, Forlì didn't think about his body for the rest of the day, until he got into the driver's seat of his Ford, and then remembered that he had made an appointment with Jose for a check-up on Wednesday.

José's suggestion may be worth considering, but all the probabilities in medicine are in vain, even if there is a 99% chance of a cure, it is still impossible to escape the curse of 1%, and many people are tortured by 1% and end up with doom.

But if the doctor tells you that 90% of people are able to live a normal life after treatment, will you think that this is just a trivial operation? And most patients think that the better and the worse they don't know is removed from their bodies – the more they open, the better.

Representative Foley thought about this kind of problem a few years ago, when he felt that the average person never had time to think through it thoroughly, that the disease would push time away, and that patients could not really make rational decisions.

Now he thought about this problem again, he did not have the confidence that this time he could think more thoroughly than he had thought about it back then, and that some problems could only be solved by leaving them to philosophers, and since they were philosophers' problems, when would they come to an end.

Compared to this annoying problem, the daily traffic jam is also a problem, and if the road can be driven smoothly, Forlf will not be distracted by all this mess.

But things never go as smoothly as one would hope. It seems that nothing smooth has happened since I was a child, and the small things of other people's families can become the fuse of disasters in the Foley family.

The newly released classification of diseases makes Representative Foley suspect that he sent his mother to death.

"It's not good." The doctor's words echoed in my ears, and the PET results showed that there was already a tumor in the spine, but we couldn't be sure where it was primary. ”

"Is it a transfer?"

"Further testing is needed to know where the primary tumour is."

"What now?"

"In any case, this surgery on the thyroid gland should be completed as soon as possible, waiting for the pathological results."

At the time, it seemed that the doctor was right, and no one would refuse a small operation, an operation that could be completed by a robot in an hour.

What was the mother's attitude at the beginning? She was a promise, even a little happy. Representative Foley shakes his head and realizes that he is too close to the car in front of him, so he relaxes the accelerator and slams on the brakes a little.

What about the father's attitude? The father has no attitude at all, it is all up to the mother to decide. He doesn't seem to have an attitude towards everything at home, from childhood to adulthood, do you want to move? Should my son be an engineer or a doctor or a lawyer? He always has the attitude that you like it. Mother is the opposite, it is better to do everything according to her own heart.

"Don't be a doctor, it's too hard to be a doctor." Mother said.

"Lawyers are not good people, don't be lawyers." Mother said again.

Mother has her own attitude towards everything, she seems to be domineering and unreasonable, she always has rosy cheeks, prominent cheekbones, and eye sockets that look like rusty window frames.

Representative Foley doesn't like his mother, and he doesn't like his father. In his opinion, one of them is too strong, and the other is lifeless.

Damn it, maybe it was my father, who had thought so and was ashamed of himself for having such thoughts, but at the time this dislike and hatred did work, like a poisonous sleep aid to help him get through the hard nights.

The day of the operation was a little unsmooth, the whole hospital was gloomy under the rain, and the doctor read out a lot of notices two days before the operation, with a lot of precautions, which was no less than a commercial medical insurance contract.

The operation lasted from after lunch until 5 p.m., when the doctor informed Forley that he had an anesthetic accident and needed to have a tracheotomy.

This is not an inquiry at all, it is an inform, what can you do as a family member at this time? Can't you say no? You are not allowed to cut my mother's trachea, you think of another way.

The father remained silent, as if someone else's wife was lying inside. He looked like old Foley, his face stiffened by war. Father looks more and more like him, almost the same.

Is this why the mother hates herself? Think that if you hadn't chosen surgery, what would have happened later? However, even Belus said that the subsequent dyspnea was not directly related to the tracheostomy during the operation, but more because many patients psychologically believed that their breathing would be affected because the trachea was incised.

"This psychological effect is very common and noticeable." The doctor reluctantly said, "As far as the operation is concerned, except for this accident, everything else is successful." ”

"No way, I'm going to sue this hospital. Go call Collison, I'm going to sue this hospital. "When my mother was angry, she couldn't tell that she was a sick person at all, she was just a female warrior who was going to battle.

"I won't let you sue the hospital, the doctor followed the process exactly, and you didn't end up with anything, and you won't win the appeal, let alone what exactly do you want to do? You're a sick person. Representative Foley persuades again and again. Shortly after he returned to Los Angeles, his mother gleefully told him on the phone that Collison had every chance of getting compensation — out of insurance.

That tone seems to condemn Foley for being useless, doing nothing wrong, doing nothing bad, not even comparing to a lawyer who is not related to him, and Foley firmly believes that his mother trusts outsiders far more than he does.

Representative Foley saves the inspection report in the encrypted column of the data device, intending to never open it again. Let her make trouble, my father is still alive, he doesn't care about it, why I am afraid and ridiculed.

That weekend he went to a party by the sea and met Sammel. He felt in a good mood that day, at least than sitting on a chair in the hospital and looking at the picture of the doctor dragging and telling himself that this black area indicates a tumor mass, this blue represents the state of blood flow, and the yellow here represents ......

After repeating the scene thousands of times that made him feel like his stomach was pinched, he was no longer distracted by the thought of these things, and he could devote himself to work and even start his normal weekend socializing.

"I didn't find anything delicious, maybe you like this nacho flakes too."

"Of course, there's no one here." Samel sat down in the empty seat next to him.

"Cold beer?" Representative Foley hands her the glass.

"Okay, thanks."

"You don't look like a Californian." Foley greets.

"Is there anything special about Californians?"

"I think people here are more optimistic." Representative Foley looks up and gulps down his beer.

Samel smiled understandingly, as if she understood that what Forlì was trying to convey was not optimism, but the opposite.

"Go to the beach, you'll be more like a Californian, yes, you're right, I grew up in New York."