The center of a typhoon is the calmest. No matter how turbulent the waves and flying sand and rocks are around you, the middle is still calm. The sky should be blue, the clouds should be white, and the sun should be bright. Since I fell ill, I have naturally become the center of

The center of the typhoon is the calmest. No matter how turbulent the waves and flying sand and rocks are around you, the middle is still calm. The sky should be blue, the clouds should be white, and the sun should be bright.

Since I fell ill, I have naturally become the center of attention from my family, relatives and friends. They are always watching my every word and deed as well as my changes in mood. There is nothing wrong with family ties. And me? He is used to being careless and careless, and he doesn't take anything to heart easily. Taking this illness as an example, it would be a lie to say that I didn't care at all. But later I figured it out and didn't care so much anymore, because I knew in my heart that caring was in vain, and it was even better to not care. After I figured it out, I felt calm. When I mentioned my illness again, it was as if I was talking about someone else.

In fact, what we really care about the most are the people close to us. For example, my wife. I lost a lot of weight while I was in the hospital, and she lost a lot of weight while she was with me. She is most afraid of others knowing about my illness. Even at home, whenever the words cancer are mentioned, she feels uncomfortable. She is much more sensitive and fragile than me. The same goes for my daughter. Yesterday at lunch, I mentioned that after the surgery, there was a small crack in the incision. I was worried that my blood sugar would be high and my stoma would not heal for a long time like the last time. Before I could finish my words, my daughter interrupted me and said something that didn't happen. Why do I think so much about it?

I am sensitive and fragile, as well as other relatives and friends. They almost unanimously agreed that because of my illness, I was under too much psychological pressure and had anxiety in my heart. My sisters, including my nephews, all tried to comfort me, not to be so mentally stressed. I argued that I wasn't stressed, but no one believed it, as if I couldn't get through it if I didn't admit that I was stressed. I was so angry that I lost my temper with my nephew: If anyone mentions that I am stressed again in the future, please don’t blame me for being rude. At this time, my nephew said that he would not mention it again.

Being sick is not terrible. You should face it, face it, and conquer it. "While talking and laughing, the rapist will be wiped out." You cannot escape it, touch it, or even mention it.

I hope that my relatives will not have to worry about my anxiety. They should never treat me as a patient. No one should comfort me needlessly. Just treat me as a normal person who is not sick.

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