The cell phone rang while I was going to bed. My father complained to me about bad service of the Mackay Memorial Hospital, and then he told me the reason why he went to this hospital. He got diabetes, and it caused his weight kept decreasing. I asked him never to touch the sweet foods and control the calorific capacity. Then he hung up the phone after exchanging a civility. I found the blood sugar machine from Internet when I worked in Shanghai during this period, and had my friend to send it to my father next day. I asked him to record his blood sugar index every time, so that he could provide the report to the doctor when he returned to examine. Unfortunately, his blood sugar index was always over 250 degree even he controlled appetite very well. He was sent to the hospital when he fell down in a swoon in the bathroom.
My mother called me sadly and asked me to come back to Taiwan because of father's illness. I handed over my work to the colleagues in Shanghai and flew to Taiwan right away. My mother told me that my father got the liver cancer, and his cancer is the fourth stage when I arrived to the hospital. "It's not real." I yelled. Sadly, every single word from her mouth was absolutely authentic. The tears were dropped from my eyes, and it seemed that I could hear the sound of them dropped to the ground.
After that, I have checked with several hospitals if they have any opportunity to save my father's life. Unfortunately, they can't provide the target medicine to the person who even got the liver cancer in the fourth stage. Another word, his efforts were all in vain to take the current medicine. I was frustrated by their rejection. The doctor of Chang Gung Hospital suggested that we could consider buying the target medicine by our own. But it costs NTD 250,000 per month for such kind of medicine. Even though it could not save him, and it just could extend his life two or three months longer. It's totally beyond our imagination that we still couldn't help him to survive even though we spend our family fortune.
At last, we had no choice but to agree with the doctor to treat him in negative therapy way. It was miserable that I couldn't do anything for my father nor to share his pains. But my mother told me, "Man proposes, God disposes. Your father will live in our mind forever and ever."
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