My name is Aijuan and I was born into a family of ordinary workers. My father was an orphan and didn't meet my mother until I was 30 years old. The two of them have a good relationship and have never blushed in their lives. I have an older sister and a younger brother and we grew up together. My sister is working in other places, my younger brother is working in Guangzhou, and I chose to return to my father's unit to work and marry a colleague. Today, my daughter is in college.
My father was very healthy when he was youngHealthMy mom once proudly told me that my dad's body was the best among my relatives. However, last year my father began to feel unwell and his condition deteriorated rapidly. After examination, doctors found that he not only had signs of heart failure, but also sufferedLeukemia。My father's body gradually weakened, and he began to be paralyzed in bed, unable to take care of himself, and even in needCaregiversLook after.
In order to take care of my father, I took two months off. I witnessed my father's death. Once, when I was with my father on a stool in the hospital corridor, I silently accompanied him, my heart full of powerlessness and sadness. After my father's condition deteriorated, he began to refuse me to take care of him and even lost his temper with me. Watching my father, who had always loved face, paralyzed in bed, losing his privacy and dignity, I had mixed feelings in my heart.
The father began to become irritable, and he tried to unplug the various tubes that had been inserted in his body. His most painful things were the oxygen tubes in his nose and the needles in his hands, which he always tried to remove. For a man who does not like to be bound, these tubes become an invisible shackle in his life. My father was unable to eat for the last ten days of his life and refused to eat every day. At that time, we tried nasogastric feeding, but he kept removing the tube, and we had to give up.
My father gradually passed away of his own will. That day, when the doctor asked us if we were going to save him, my mother leaned down into my father's ear and said an apology, then stood up, shook her head with tears in her face, and said she would not resuscitate him again. My siblings and I were crying. On the night of my father's death, doctors removed all the tubes. I decided to set one upWillsIf one day I am paralyzed in bed like my father and cannot take care of myself, I hope that my family can give me a calm end to my life and no longer resuscitate, because I don't want to continue to live in that undignified and painful way.
During the period before my father's death, I deeply reflected on the meaning and dignity of life. Seeing my father's pain and helplessness made me understand that living is not just about living, but about wanting to be able to live each day in a dignified and meaningful way. No one can predict the future, and plans can never keep up with change. Therefore, we should cherish every day, live with our hearts, and give more love and care to ourselves and the people around us.
The death of my father has made me know more about cherishing time, caring for my loved ones, and thinking more deeply about life. After all this, I decided that I wanted to spend my best days with my family, make the best memories, and not let anyone feel lonely and helpless at the end of their lives. In the face of the unknown future, I hope that I can face it bravely and make a clear life plan for myself to ensure that I can say goodbye to life in the most dignified way at all times.