60 years old, meIn the intensive care unitUnplugged his father's intubation, and no one expected the result
Text: Pear, pear, pear
I'm Xu Anjie, a native of Chengdu, and I retired two years ago.
Halfway through my life, I realized that the most intimate relationship in the world is the person who gave birth to you and the person you gave birth to.
The days when our parents were old and we held our children in our arms when we were children are still in our memory.
In a blink of an eye, the children's sideburns are already gray hair, and the parents' waists have long been straight.
After the age of 60, I truly understood the meaning of the word "old" from the aging of my parents.
The legs and feet are not flexible, the brain is starting to be insufficient, the things I want to do, I can't do it, and I sigh when I want to go.
The world they live in is getting narrower and narrower, and the world is gradually shrinking to the neighborhood downstairs in front of their homes.
My dad used to be a professor at Southwest ** College, and he has cultivated countless newcomers in the music world.
However, no one could resist the passage of time, his voice was no longer loud, except when he played the piano, he was still in high spirits, and the rest of the time, the professor was an old man.
Late one night in winter, the ** bell rang urgently, and my father went to the bathroom and fell down, unconscious.
Falling at the age of 80 is a cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease.
Brain CT proved that the right cerebral hemorrhage led to loss of consciousness, and the location was not optimistic.
I carefully checked with the doctor and found that modern medicine has no effective means for stroke.
Young people with cardiovascular problems can be implanted with stents to dilate blood vessels, and then rely on lifelong medicine to maintain them.
For cerebral hemorrhage, a craniotomy is performed to remove the wound to stop bleeding, and then wait for the autologous to slowly recover from absorption.
It sounds effective, but implanting a metal brace in the body is not original, and you can't lift heavy objects or do strenuous exercise in the future, so you should always be cautious.
Whether you can wake up after cerebral hemorrhage is not something that doctors can decide, but can only rely on luck and strong self-healing power.
Between life and death, you are caught off guard.
The intensive care unit, commonly known as the ICU, where the dad lay quietly with tubes all over his body.
Remembering yesterday's dinner, he also smiled and said that the weather was warm, and he wanted us to accompany him back to his hometown and sweep the graves of his grandparents, but overnight, he couldn't move.
My mother stayed outside, she couldn't stop shedding tears, her thin shoulders, her hair was full of gray hair, I was sad for a while, and I sat down next to my mother, not knowing how to comfort her.
My sister and brother-in-law arrived, my niece took the college entrance examination this year, my two children grew up, and my son hurried to guard the side.
For several days, my father did not get better, and the doctor issued a critical illness notice, and I signed it with shaking hands.
The ICU costs an average of tens of thousands of dollars a day, intubation, ventilators, all kinds of ** and instruments, this is not the most terrible, the most terrible is that one night outside the ward, there was a faint cry.
My hairs stood on end, and when I went out, I saw a woman sitting at the door of the intensive care room, crying in a low voice.
The corridor in the middle of the night is empty, the lights are white and miserable, this is the darkness before dawn, and it is also an important time for patients to rush through the gates.
I was just about to step forward, when the door opened silently, and a hospital bed was slowly pushed out, the person on the bed was tightly covered, and next to it were several family members.
The woman pounced on her, and as soon as she howled, she was stopped by the medical staff, she gagged her mouth with her fists, her whole body trembled, and she was helped out by the people on the side.
The grief of a family is that a loved one leaves and I retreat to the hospital room.
An ominous premonition looms over me, who will be next?I hurriedly shook my head and drove away.
In the morning, the doctor made rounds and talked to me, saying that after two weeks, my father still did not get better, and the time was too long, and he might become a vegetative person.
He asked us to think about the choice between continuing and giving up, and I felt like the world was spinning and my blood pressure was soaring.
After discussing with my sister and brother-in-law, they didn't dare to decide, and unanimously said that they still had to discuss it with their mother.
Mom said firmly: Wait, I'm sure your dad will wake up.
Since my mother said so, we respect her, after all, husband and wife are lifelong partners, and her decisions are higher than their children.
The next two weeks were the most torturous days, and Dad was still asleep, showing no signs of wakefulness.
Mom grew stronger from her initial grief and called us together and said she wanted to announce something.
She took out a document, read it through the whole family, and then I wrote a statement of opinion on behalf of everyone, and each family member signed it and pressed their handprints.
My sister cried bitterly and hugged her mother tightly.
We went to the doctor and presented the opinion, and the doctor said that he would reply after reporting it.
Me, my mother, and my sister put on their protective suits and entered the room, and everyone hugged my father, and everyone said a few words to him.
Then look at the heart monitor, which gradually pulls into a straight line until it disappears.
I think you've all guessed that what Mom took out was a will that Dad had already written.
It clearly states: If you encounter an unpredictable illness and still do not wake up after two weeks of rescue, please respect my personal wishes and let me say goodbye to the world quietly.
At the end of his will, he wrote: "I love each and every one of you, my partner and lover, my children, and the grandchildren who bring me so much joy.
I have a complete life, a successful career, peach and plum all over the world, surrounded by children and grandchildren, and I am a happy old man.
We wrote two statements, one for all family members to respect Dad's wishes, and one for the hospital.
Dad was an open-minded old man, and he had a clear understanding of what was going on after his death, and we learned at this time that Mom had also written a will, which was roughly the same as Dad's.
The two old men did not want to increase the burden on their children, and agreed that they would be happy every day they lived, and when something uncontrollable came, they would leave calmly.
Mom's approach brings us a lot to think about, and we are willing to fight for things in life.
But how many people dare to face and plan in advance about the things behind them?
Although traditional culture is silent about death, in fact, it is an unavoidable topic.
Instead of avoiding it, it is better to make arrangements early when you are sober-minded, face it optimistically, give yourself an explanation, and give your family a peace of mind.
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