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我今年57岁,1995年6月12日经协和医院剖腹探查为卵巢癌三期,已扩散,做了结肠+直肠吻合术。儿女的孝心唤起我生的希望一个人得了病,尤其是得了癌,最需要的是两个字:“钱”和“爱”。对我们这些被判了死刑或无期徒刑者而言,钱尤为重要。但我们更需要爱,需要人长期照顾,尤其是手术、放化疗期间,亲人要昼夜守护,通宵达旦。一个甜甜的微笑,一句温暖的话语,一个爱抚的手势,一次关爱的看望,都会唤起我们求生的希望,给予我们与癌魔抗衡的勇气和力量。随着厄运的降临,痛苦和灾难袭击着我家庭每一个成员,在残酷的事实面前,可怜我一双半大不小的儿女,将要与他们的爸爸共同支撑起这个摇摇欲坠、随时面临崩溃的家。
I am 57 years old this year, June 12, 1995 by the Union Hospital laparotomy ovarian cancer three, has spread, made a colon + rectal anastomosis. Children filial piety aroused my hope of life, a person got sick, especially got cancer, the most in need of two words: “money” and “love”. For those of us who have been sentenced to death or life imprisonment, money is particularly important. However, we need love more and need long-term care. Especially during surgery and radiotherapy and chemotherapy, we must guard our loved ones day and night and serve them overnight. A sweet smile, a warm word, a caressing gesture, a care visit, will evoke our hope of survival, giving us the courage and strength to contend with Cancer. As the advent of doom, pain and disasters hit every member of my family, pitiful, in the face of brutal truth, a pair of half-size children who will be co-propping up with their daddy at home, crumbling and ready to collapse.