The Fake Medical Record

Deep in the cabinet． At the bottom of the drawer, medical records are an important part of the family archives.

Keeping medical records, all those who have this habit, do they have an extraordinary sensitivity and sorrow for time and life?

One friend even kept his deceased mother's medical records. Large kraft paper bags, encapsulated his mother's last years of the will to live. Every step of this has his witness: those running around to hospitals, various tests and treatments, the difficult sinking of hope and despair asked ...... his mother dying without knowing the true state of her illness.

"The lesion is the most connected to its own flesh and blood, but also the most does not belong to their own foreign body." Medical records are the best commentary on this statement. Patients, especially the terminally ill, often do not have the right to know because they are protected.

"I could not act as a messenger of death, I could not tell my mother to her face what was really wrong with her, so I used all my literary talent and all my medical knowledge to forge a logical and reasonable medical condition and treatment plan for her. To this day, Mom is convinced. But at some more special moments, such as when thinking about the meaning of life, I again felt that she had the right to know the condition and the freedom to choose the final way. Am I overstepping my bounds too much?"

This was one woman's painful confusion after her mother's bone metastasis from lung cancer.

But seriously, I wonder if this is true ignorance or feigned ignorance? As the owner of the body, how could the patient not be aware of its every movement and sign? Maybe they just don't want to, don't dare to think the worst, have a last hope for life.

The woman who was afraid to confess her illness to her mother was far more open than she had imagined. When she suddenly came out of her semi-coma ("back to light"), her daughter told her of her true condition and she said, "What else is there to say? We all have to die once, it's not a big deal." --How much wisdom and heart did it take to prepare for such a calm statement?

She kept smiling in the face of the friends and relatives who came. Her daughter told her that a small grave had been prepared for her, with her favorite daffodils carved on it. The mother said, "Actually, I don't need it." And again, "I feel so happy." --Those were her last words.

A person who could say "I feel so happy" before she died. What a blessing! Although 68 years old is not much in modern life expectancy, and can even be regarded as miserable, how many people can say "I feel so happy" before they die?

The ultimate fear of mankind is returned to the dust in this soft sentence.

The medical history that makes people anxious does not need to be hidden from some people. There is really something more powerful than death in this world. The softness is full of the most ancient determination. The most important thing is that you can be happy with your life and not worry about it. This kind of calmness, this kind of nobility. This kind of calm and self-confidence, in front of this attitude, what is death? It is just a resignation to the sea, from the end of the world.

The medical history that follows each surname is more like a falling leaf hovering overhead, when it will fall, it depends on the direction and speed of the wind ...... When the day comes, it falls and covers a surname, not because of resentment and the implementation of punishment. It's just that the time has come and it accompanies a life back to where he came from in the first place.