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For the third time...

Her hand was shaking after she had signed a critical illness notice. She was only 17 years old, and in the emergency room was her 3-year-old nephew

She could not remember how many nights and nights she had been awakened by worries about her nephew, sleeping only three or four hours a day, but the worst had happened... The little nephew began to develop a persistent high fever, which led to septicaemia and a staph infection.

When getting the critical notice, the golden flower looked at the extremely low value of red blood and platelet granulocyte, scared even some can not hold pen, but now the 3-year-old little nephew can only rely on her.

Every minute waiting outside the rescue room was stretched infinitely, but the scene of taking care of my nephew was particularly clear...

She remembered how she had encouraged him to walk:

A three-year-old was trying to stand up, trembling, but calf atrophy has made him completely unsteady, can only grasp the bed, try again and again, the pain of the face wrinkled up, tears in the eyes, to wobble straight body.

He looked at himself, eyes full of grievances, seems to say: "I finally stood up, is not very strong? But I'm in such pain that I don't want to walk any more..."

Originally, the little hands and feet have been swollen to look like nothing, every time to stand up to bear the pain of the heart, the pain to his "walk" this again and again ordinary but behavior, have a fear.

But the pain of standing was only one of the great pains in his little life.

She also remembered her nephew's struggle to resist treatment in the ward: the chemical drugs imported from the chest tube destroyed her little nephew's body every day, and also wiped out the child's lively and cheerful spirit.

Often heard "bone wear", "waist wear", "needle" and other words, his eyes will be immediately filled with fear, young he could not understand why he had to suffer such a torture, only through a piercing cry to express their resistance.

But gradually, little nephew discovers, no matter how oneself resist, cannot get rid of a day 24 hours to want the fate of needle infusion. Those infusion tubes as holding the puppet's line, and the small Wenxuan is that puppet, lying on the hospital bed is more than two months. When he was sad, he would turn over alone and cry silently. He wanted to get out of bed, but he could not even stand.

At the age of three, he was prematurely tasting despair.

She remembers even more his regret and understanding after he lost his temper over treatment:

Looking at my aunt from the morning will be busy to cook for themselves, changing diapers, with normal saline rinse nasal cavity, do atomization, and then feed medicine, cleaning...... Small he attributes silently for their own just made a small temper and remorse, then he will quietly and himself said: "aunt, I obediently obedient."

She thought of the little nephew and mother when the video clamor to go to kindergarten, a surge of sadness came up: these for healthy children, is not the ordinary life again? But for the little nephew, it turned into an extravagant hope.

She closed her eyes and silently made a wish: little nephew, as long as you can survive, your wish will be able to achieve......

Finally, the lights in the emergency room went out, and she immediately went up to meet them. After the doctor told her that she was "out of danger", the breath hanging from her chest was finally relieved.

Looking at her little nephew sleeping peacefully, she thought of him before he was sick.

Before 2020, my little nephew was still so healthy and cheerful, but soon, this cheerful was destroyed by high fever and pain in hands and feet. Grandma immediately took him to the hospital for examination, the results of which turned out to be acute lymphoid leukemia.

This result directly frightened the boy's grandmother, she lowered her head, just met little nephew ignorant eyes.

At the sight of the child's real eyes and the thought that the disease might take his life, the old man felt dizzy and fell down on the seat in the hospital hallway.

The parents of the boy working in Shenzhen immediately rushed back and opened the door to pull the little boy into his arms and looked at his little face carefully: baby, how can you get such a terrible disease!

The good news is that childhood leukemia is now treatable with chemotherapy, with a cure rate of up to 80 percent. But the high cost of treatment, but blocked the little boy's survival before the road.

The boy's parents could only flip through the phone book to call one by one to borrow money. If they could not get through, they went to the homes of relatives and friends in person and begged them to save the child. But after he had collected 50,000, he could not borrow any more.

Despair and more than 300,000 yuan of treatment costs on the shoulders of the boy's father, almost let him mental problems, he often trance that everything is just a dream, but when he turned to see the weak little boy lying in the hospital bed, and like a basin of cold water was poured back to reality.

Illness waits for no man; lack of money means death.

"I'm sorry, honey." When the train whistle sounded, the boy's mother looked out of the window gradually receded the station sign, slowly closed his eyes, tears were strong in the eyes.

In order to maintain the high cost of the boy's treatment, the parents boarded the train to leave their hometown for work step by step, while the 17-year-old gave up her dream of dancing and accompanied her nephew to the treatment.

This treatment, is more than a year. In this time of less than a year, a still do not know what is death of the child, and death has fought three times.

Sometimes, she even congratulated her little nephew did not understand the terrible death, because she had seen a little older children, after learning that he had leukemia with mobile phone Baidu, and then hide in the corner of the appearance of tears secretly......

In fact, only in the real face of death, in order to feel the terrible death, and these have been in the battle with death of children, how can not be afraid?

Every child who suffers from a serious disease is an angel whose wings are broken by the devil. They were supposed to have the brightest smiles in the world, but they were torn apart by the disease.

Their wish is painfully simple: to live.

She named the photo album of her little nephew in the phone "Rebirth", believing that her little nephew will overcome the disease and get a new life.

And by donating and forwarding, we can also help more patients like this little boy to be reborn. As long as each of us gives a love, we can rebuild the hope of these seriously ill people and help them to regain a new life!