Doctors said that: medicine just can prolong his life maximum for a few more years.
They said: “he should inject a kind of medicine, very expensive, about 14 million vnd (about 850 USD) per injection, and have to inject more tens injections. But they are also not sure that his ill will recover completely. Some die before inject enough tens injections”
My Dad refused persistently …
He back home, still keep an old way of life: take morning exercise in Dam Sen Park daily, go to bed in each afternoon, watch television with News progamme and Chinese romantic films which he like best, and say the Lord’s prayer every evening before go to bed.
He still eat and sleep well as he was before…
And I, after the nights to sob myself heart out to sleep on the quiet, I stopped cry. I start look at my Dad with concentration: Look at him when he eating, look at him when he watching television (I often watching TV with him because there is not television in my room, actually I don’t like to watch TV, just like listen to music, that’s why have not TV in my room. But sometime I would like to see Chinese romantic films). I don’t know by my Subjectivism or just because I imagined, I realize my Dad’s stomach bigger more and more, bigger than before very much. Fat stomach also is one sign of an illness, a Symptomatology. . .
We spent our days happily and peacefully: parents and eight kids live together, lived in poverty and difficulty but always happy. Where they are???
I have never been thought that someday I will lose a close relative of my family. Never been! I believe in what I had and having: a happy family. I just thought that I will have more and more member when my sister or brother married. I am so carefree and thoughtless or I am indifferent and irresponsible? Who am I?
Nobody can know what will happen on tomorrow. I always worry for my Mom’s health because she often headache, sciatica and she had a sore back. And my Dad always funny, sleep and eat well, but now he is struggle with death!!
There is only one thing I can do now: pray and pray with my God and Virgin Maria. Cry is useless.
And I often go home with something which he like, as: soup, cake… And spend my weekend to go to market and cook.
My two young sisters also tried their best.
I am not sure my sisters stopped cried as me…
