Bac Giang October 13, 2019
Mother’s angel!
< p>Looking at you sleeping soundly, I feel so at peace. Just a few days ago, you were diagnosed with a malignant disease, and now it’s been more than 2 years, 1 month and 28 days. So my angel has been through a lot Physical and mental pain. Every day, I see my child in pain when he has to take veins to take blood from his hands and feet, which are covered with needle marks, and always have veins on his body to administer medicine and fluids I overcame it and am still with my parents until today. In my mother’s heart, you are a superhero, you know.
I remember that day, August 15, 2017. Mom received bad news, the doctor said her child had leukemia, but she couldn’t believe it. She thought she might die and couldn’t calm down enough to leave the room. The doctor said if she let her child in now The family won’t have enough money to take care of the child because this disease is very expensive. We need to send the child back to the local hospital to ask for a referral. Remember, when you go to the provincial hospital, you must have a blood transfusion immediately because your child’s white blood cells are very high. dangerous. Mom listened but didn’t understand what white blood cells were, so she fainted. Once everyone helped my mother wake up and my child had a very high fever and she didn’t know what to do. Dad helped mother carry her child with her backpack and things on her back as she walked haphazardly to the gate to catch the car to take her child home. Just thinking about that moment, I couldn’t hold back my tears. Perhaps I will always carry that painful moment with me for the rest of my life.
I love you and want to die for you because at that time you were just over 3 years old. My younger brother is just 1 year old. You are too young to accept this truth. Your innocent youth will have to go through pain and torment. My heart felt like someone was strangling me. I loved you but felt helpless because I knew that I would have to bear to watch you suffer and not be able to do anything to help you.
I remember that day while filming. Back at the provincial level, the child had a fever, the mother fainted, and the father went to the district to ask for a hospital transfer note for the child. I waited until after 3pm to be admitted to the hospital and had to have a blood transfusion immediately. The fever subsided but it didn’t last long after taking the medicine. Within 4 hours, the fever returned and everyone just wiped my body. I love my little angel so much. The next day, the child was transferred to the Central Institute of Hematology and Blood Transfusion for treatment. It was the first time in my life that I saw a nurse withdraw so much blood from my child. A dozen cylinders of blood because my white blood cells were too high. I love you, I’m scared, I can’t accept this truth, it’s more painful than a million knives stabbing my heart, you know?
When the doctor told me to sign the consent form for chemotherapy I’m afraid that if I make the wrong decision to inject chemicals into my child, I’m afraid that it will kill my child. Because at that time, my mother only understood that chemicals were toxic and would destroy all healthy and malignant cells and that many people, including babies like me, died because they could not tolerate the chemicals. Mom didn’t sign it, so she asked the doctor to give her more time to think about it. After nearly a month of deliberation, the mother decided to give her child chemotherapy because she saw that there were children with the same illness as her parents who did not receive chemotherapy but took her home to use traditional medicine. Only after a few months did the cells turn out to be malignant. When it spreads to a baby, both eyes bulge, then the eyes explode, then there is pain, then bleeding… Oh, how many heartbreaking scenes there are. And I agreed to sign that consent form with the thought of accepting my fate with a little hope of keeping you with me longer if there was no hope that I would help you reduce the pain like what I witnessed.
And so the hospital became the second home for me and my child. There, the doctors and nurses are our relatives, although we are not blood related, but everyone lives with affection and is full of love.
The first chemotherapy infusion was 3 red bottles . The child had fungal ulcers all over his mouth due to the ravages of chemicals and was so painful that he could not eat anything, but the mother still had to hold him down to brush his mouth because the oral fungus had bloomed white in his gums. quickly spreading down the throat and becoming intestinal fungus is very dangerous. Sometimes I bit my mother’s finger and thought it would cut off my entire finger because I resisted, but there was nothing better that I could do for my child. Seeing many children around me had their mouths swollen and their internal organs bleeding so painful that they couldn’t even drink water and just lay on intravenous fluids all day like that, how painful it was! Every time a chemotherapy is given, parents are in a very bad mood, afraid because they don’t know what will happen to their child, and the feeling of insecurity covers them. Seeing my child in pain, there were times when my mother just wanted to hug me and escape from that place so that I could avoid the situation of needles and medicine so that I could live happily like many of my peers, go to school, and spend time with loved ones.
Over time, I helped my mother and I gradually get used to the environment there. So many people in the same situation encourage each other to overcome the old and encourage the new. Mom did not allow herself to be weak any longer, so she began to learn and listen to all the advice of many people who had gone before her and researched on social networking sites in hopes of finding a better way to support her child’s illness.< /p>
Then perhaps it was fate that brought me and my child to me. After many days of searching, I finally found something that I had a hunch that would be suitable for my child. Mom was surfing on Facebook and there was a post sharing about products that support cancer treatment GENK STF. Oh, I was so happy that my heart was pounding. You know, it felt like at that moment I had a glimmer of hope for life.
I followed the article on Youtube and heard Mrs. Nguyen Thi’s story. When Due heard the story between her and her mother, she cried and told her mother that even though she had reached the point where she was sent back from the hospital, she could not use chemotherapy because she did not respond and the side effects of her liver enzymes and cancer cells in her blood were all too high. Many times, my health was so depleted that I thought there was no hope. Then, when her daughter bought the GENK STF product to use, she took it for a few months and felt fine and went to see the doctor, but the doctor was still surprised… Her words made the mother even more excited and wanted to immediately buy GENK STF for her child to use. Mom asked for the consultant’s phone number and after receiving intuitive advice, she believed she was lucky to find a solution. Mom bought the product GenK liquid for my child to drink to support him during the process of using chemicals from Until now.
Mom has trusted it to the point that if she doesn’t drink it for a day, she feels deprived and feels insecure. I have seen a huge difference in you compared to all the other children. I don’t have hair loss, I just lost it once but not all of it. The child does not have a fever, just a cough due to sore throat. I have never had to have a platelet transfusion because I do not have thrombocytopenia and still maintain it at a safe level. In over a year of chemotherapy, I only transfused 3 bags of blood, much less than my friends. My child’s mouth also doesn’t have serious ulcers like many other children.
While my mother witnessed that almost every time she received chemotherapy, she suffered from hair loss, anemia, thrombocytopenia, low red blood cells or The platelet count is very deep and requires stimulant drugs to increase it. Even if you only need one chemotherapy infusion, you will need to transfuse more than the amount of blood your child uses for the whole year. Not to mention that during the treatment process, many babies have reduced resistance to infections… There are many…
Mother and daughter Hoai.
During the 2-year chemotherapy process, experiencing many ups and downs, emotional hardships and hardships, my mother’s child was able to overcome that difficult path. I have overcome that pain. You are my mother’s superhero.
So many brothers, sisters, and friends of the same age as you couldn’t survive and passed away forever. Tonight, I looked back at the photos taken together of the 5 brothers in my hospital room the day I was first admitted to the hospital, but now luck is only smiling on me. I cried for them and loved you so much. Life is unfair, isn’t it?
But that doesn’t mean you should accept your fate. Our whole family will try to overcome difficulties. This scarf hopes to wait for the day when there will be a medicine to cure my child’s illness, right? I hope that there will soon be medicine to treat me and that everyone with a serious illness like me will no longer experience pain and loss like what you witnessed.
Mom Still not losing hope that a miracle will come to my child. We will not give up, you are allowed to dream in this life. Just think gently that there is still hope for a long life and let’s make the most of the time together in a fun and happy way. I think joy and happiness will create strength and a source of life for you, so my family will always be by your side and love you very much, my son. Every day I watch you take 4-5 types of medicine and I admire you. I’m so afraid of taking medicine that taking medicine is my torture.
I also apologize to my son because many times I still Yelled at me when I did something wrong, I felt sorry for myself and I cried. But I think that after all, you need to be well educated to become a useful person, not because you are like that so I can follow your wishes and when you grow up you will understand me.
You are very smart and obedient child. I understand very well. Please have your parents and family always with you forever. Love will keep you in my life for a long time.
I hope that God will understand how much love I have for you and will take pity on you and me. Because I see that there are people who have cured diseases like yours.
You should live happily while your parents have a busy life and they can handle it.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGELS!
>A message to readers
Above are two letters I wrote to my son. The first letter is the lines I wrote about my feelings and helplessness when my son first got sick. Diagnosed with leukemia, he was put on a chemotherapy regimen for his child. There is nothing that can describe my anxiety as my child becomes increasingly weak, his hair falls out, and he vomits after each chemotherapy session. My heart aches for him endlessly…
Since then, it has been more than 2 years. Years have passed with the journey of finding all the information and solutions to help my child fight the disease. From how to talk to your child so that he or she gradually understands how you must be resilient in order to treat and provide nutrition for your child. In particular, I was fortunate to know and use the support product GENK STF liquid to help my child improve his health, reduce the side effects of chemotherapy and comply well with treatment at the hospital. Luckily today, even though I have to receive chemotherapy every month, I still maintain my hair health, my skin does not fall out, my oral mucosa does not blister, and I do not have a lack of red blood cells like other children.< /p>
Today is the full moon night of the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon is so bright that when my child is sleeping, I re-read these lines and look at the photos I took with other friends in the hospital, but I can’t hold back my tears. Many of my friends are no longer there…
Holding the invitation letter to submit an entry for a writing contest for cancer patients, I also want to write something for my children and their friends…
But above all, from the bottom of my heart and mind, I was once a mother of a young child with leukemia. I understand the pain, confusion and anxiety of young parents whose children have cancer. I also understand the desire and need to have someone sympathetic to share feelings, experiences, knowledge and solutions according to science so that I can be more confident in fighting illness with my child. Get the best mental and physical health during treatment.
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