Lung Nodules Surgery: A Difficult Journey to Recovery
I, 30 years old, never imagined that I would have a lung nodule surgery at that age. Life was originally as calm as water, I had a stable job, a group of close friends, and a warm family. However, the twist of fate always comes so suddenly.
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A few months ago, a seemingly ordinary routine check-up was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility of my life. When the medical examiner moved the stethoscope around my chest and his expression gradually became solemn, my heart involuntarily lifted. "There seems to be something wrong with your lungs, so I suggest you go for a more detailed examination." The doctor's words sounded in my ears like a thunderclap. At that moment, fear and anxiety flooded over me and instantly overwhelmed me.
When I came out of the physical examination center, I was in a trance, and the sun was shining on my body, but I couldn't feel a trace of warmth. Trembling, I took out my phone and dialed my mother's number. "Mom, the medical examiner said that there was something wrong with my lungs and asked me to go for further tests." There was a palpable tremor in my voice. The mother immediately became nervous on the other end of the phone, "Child, don't be afraid, hurry up and go to the big hospital to have a good checkup, there is a mother." ”
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With trepidation, I arrived at a well-known hospital. After a series of tedious examinations, the process of waiting for the results seems to be a long ordeal. Every minute passed so slowly, my heart hung in the air, unable to land. Finally, the doctor walked into the examination room with the examination report. "You have a nodule in your lung, which is not clear in nature at the moment, and it needs to be surgically removed and then pathologically examined to be determined." The doctor's words hit my heart like a hammer.
When I broke the news to my family and friends, they were shocked. My friends called me one after another to comfort me, "Don't be afraid, now that medicine is so advanced, it must be fine." "You have to be strong, we are all there for you." My family was even more anxious, and my mother held my hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, child, we will be with you." Dad was silent, but I could see the deep concern in his eyes. I pretended to be calm and replied, "Mom, I'm fine, isn't it just a minor operation." "But actually, my heart was full of apprehension.
The day of surgery is fast approaching. The night before, I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. All kinds of possible outcomes keep coming to mind, what if the surgery is not successful? What if the pathology turns out to be malignant? Fear and uneasiness followed, and I could barely breathe. My mother seemed to sense my uneasiness and gently walked into my room, sat on the edge of my bed, and gently stroked my hair. "Baby, don't think so much, get a good night's sleep, and everything will be fine tomorrow." With my mother's comfort, I finally fell asleep in a daze.
The next morning, the sun was shining through the window, but I was in no mood to enjoy the beautiful view. Accompanied by my family, I came to the hospital. The preparation before the surgery was tedious and stressful, and the nurses were busy doing various examinations and preparations for me. I changed into a surgical gown, lay on the hospital bed, and was wheeled into the operating room. Watching the door of the operating room slowly close, my heart was filled with fear.
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I lay on the operating table, looking at the unfamiliar instruments and busy medical staff, and my heart was very nervous. The doctor seemed to see my nervousness and whispered to me, "Don't be afraid, relax, and you'll be fine for a while." I nodded, trying to calm myself down. The anesthesiologist injected me with an anesthetic, and gradually, my consciousness began to blur......
I don't know how long later, I woke up, only to feel a dry and sore throat, and various tubes stuck in my body, and the pain made me a little unbearable. I opened my eyes slightly and saw my family gathered around me, looking at me with concern. Dad said, "Girl, you have suffered. I smiled weakly and said, "Dad, I'm fine, don't worry." "Mom's eyes were red, obviously she had cried." Baby, it's good that you're awake, you're scared to death Mommy. ”
The postoperative days were not easy. Pain, cough, fatigue and other discomforts followed. I am trying my best every day to cooperate with the doctor's treatment and hope to recover as soon as possible. However, the healing process was longer and more difficult than I had imagined.
For the first few days, I could barely move, and the slightest movement caused severe pain. The nurses would come to me every day to change my dressings, give me fluids, and patiently teach me how to do breathing exercises and cough and expectoration. My mother has always been by my side and took care of me in every detail. She would wipe me, feed me, and tell me funny stories to make me forget about the pain for a while.
However, the pain has not lessened because of my strength. Sometimes, the pain would suddenly intensify and I couldn't help but moan. Mom saw it in her eyes and hurt in her heart, but she couldn't do anything about it. "Baby, if it hurts badly, bite your mother's hand." Mom said, putting her hand to my mouth. I looked at my mother's distressed eyes, and my heart was moved, "Mom, I don't hurt, I can bear it." ”
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After spending some time in the hospital, the doctor said I could go home and recuperate. The moment I went home, my heart was filled with joy. I was finally able to leave this place full of disinfectant water and return to my familiar environment. However, I soon discovered that the road to recovery back home was still challenging.
I was tormented by the cough after the surgery. Every cough caused a sharp pain in my chest, as if a knife was stirring in my chest. I didn't dare to cough too hard for fear that phlegm would accumulate in my lungs and cause infection. Every day, my mother would cook me some soup to moisten my lungs and relieve my cough, and would gently pat me on the back to encourage me to cough bravely. "Baby, don't be afraid of the pain, just cough up the phlegm." With my mother's encouragement, I slowly learned how to cough properly.
In addition to coughing, fatigue is also a big problem for me. I felt like my body had been hollowed out, and I didn't have any strength at all. After walking a few steps, you will be out of breath and unable to do even simple household chores. Looking at my mother's busy figure to take care of me, my heart was filled with guilt. "Mom, I'm really useless, I can't help you with anything." Mom smiled and said, "Silly boy, your most important task now is to take care of your illness, and when you get better, it's not too late to help your mother." ”
With the company and encouragement of my family, I worked hard every day to carry out my rehabilitation. I will take deep breaths, walks, and other activities as prescribed by my doctor, and gradually increase the amount of exercise I have. Although the process was tough, I never thought of giving up. I know that only by persevering can I get back to health soon.
In the blink of an eye, 5 months after the surgery, I thought I had fully recovered, but I didn't expect the frequent pain to still bother me. Sometimes, the pain strikes out of nowhere and catches me off guard. I began to wonder if I hadn't done the surgery well, and I was filled with anxiety. I came to the hospital again to consult with a doctor. The doctor patiently explained: "The pain after surgery is normal, everyone's recovery is different, you need to be patient and continue to do a good job of rehabilitation." "I listened to the doctor's words and felt a little more at ease.
When I got home, I continued to rehab. I wake up every morning and go for a walk in the park to get some fresh air. I also talk to my friends, share my recovery experiences, and get encouragement and support from them. In the process, I gradually understood a truth: there will always be some unsatisfactory things in life, but we can't give up hope because of this. As long as we bravely face difficulties and make unremitting efforts, we will be able to overcome the disease and usher in a bright future.
The company of family and friends has given me a lot of strength during these difficult times. They kept encouraging me not to give up. I also secretly told myself in my heart that I must be strong and must overcome the disease.
I don't know how long it will take to completely get rid of the pain and return to the way I was before. But I believe that as long as I keep working hard, I will be able to come to the day of recovery. I look forward to the day when I will once again embrace the good life and share joy and happiness with my family and friends.