To be honest, I did not want to read such kind of articles, which may make people feel pretty sad. Although sometimes I hate my major very much, I do feel I am pretty lucky that I did not follow my parents' advice to become a doctor, a real doctor. The thing that bothered me then was that in China, some poor people could not afford the high medical expenses. They could not get treatments and could do nothing except for waiting for death. (I am sorry to say this really. I have no mean to say bad words about my country. I love my country. But it does have some serious problems.) If I were a doctor, I was sure that I would be tortured conscientiously. Anyway, playing with numbers may not be a bad choice to a person, who is a bit emotional. I read books on similar topics before. I can recall two books. One (Chinese name：相约星期六） is recorded the conversations of a professor with his student every Saturday in his last few days. ( I cannot remember the name of his disease. It is some kind of losing muscles' normal functions. And I cannot remember the name of the foreign author.) And the other "妞妞-- 一个父亲的札记" written by Zhou, Guoping (周国平), talking about his dead daughter. Oh, another one. It was written by Zhang, Jie （张洁) called "The one who loves me most passed away" （世上最疼我的那个人去了), talking about the last days of her mom. All are very touching.
I don't know since when I began to avoid reading such kind of books or articles which may make me feel sad. But the other day someone told me some about his life-changing experience, very scary experience indeed. (please don't ask me who or what it is. Personal privacy:) To be honest, I cannot imagine he once underwent such kind of thing. Luckily, all the things magically turned to the good side. However, it still changed his point view of life and made him become stronger and more optimistic and know what's the most important thing in life. His words inspired me a lot. Today I happened to recall the blog thing and I think maybe it is not a bad idea to visit it. If we know how to face death, we may lead a better life.
To be honest, breast cancer is not strange to me. My grandma and one of my aunts both died of it and both passed away before 40. (Yeah...I know...I have higher chances to get it than normal people.) I witnessed how it turned an optimistic and energetic person into a weak and desperate one. The blog holder's case is more extreme. From discover and diagnosis of the cancer to her death, it only took about 15 months. She was so young and she had such a bright future. More importantly, she had such a young kid. I think as a parent, nothing can make him/her more worried about than their kid's life after their death. Her writing style is quite relaxing and light-hearted in spite of the content she talked about. By the way, I feel really happy that she had a good husband, who supported her mentally and physically during the last days of her life.
Life is so vulnerable and unpredictable. And it is so short. Should we waste our precious time being unhappy? NO!!!
By the way, breast cancer is curable during the early phases. If you love your girl friend or your wife, please remind her to take an annual examination:)
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