CHAPTER 56

2025-06-11

My thoughts and moods change with Lunlun's breath. I am happy that he can be discharged from the hospital.

I visited Lun during dinner time on Tuesday and brought fried rice, three packs of snacks and two cans of soda. After arriving at his ward, I looked out and found that the room was empty. I immediately turned around and asked the female nurse sitting in front of the opposite ward if she knew where Lun was. She told me with a little surprise that Lun had been discharged from the hospital, and then immediately pointed to a young male nurse at the end of the corridor and shouted: "He is responsible for taking care of your son."

Of course, this male nurse did not inform me, and he hesitated for a few words, so I didn't waste time on him. Canadians are generally kind-hearted, but they are not rigorous in their work. The female nurse also said that Lun should be happy to return to the group home. Those who have seen him lose his temper understand the reason for his complaints.

Before leaving the hospital, I checked my phone and found that the group home staff had sent me a text message before 2pm that Lun was discharged. At that time, I was sitting in front of the TV, half asleep and shaking my head. I didn't check my phone again.

I went to the group home to visit him immediately, thinking that he should be more relaxed. As soon as I stepped into the backyard, I saw him sitting quietly on the long hanging chair. When he saw me coming, he looked at me with a puzzled look, worried about the purpose of my visit. I immediately said: "Lun, brush your teeth." I put him back into the routine of daily visits. After he knew it, he repeated my words as usual, indicating that he no longer doubted my purpose. At the same time, he began to protest again, it turned out that he was still feeling unwell.

When I brushed his teeth, I found that his teeth were cleaner than usual, probably because he refused to eat hospital meals and had not eaten any cheese or other foods.

The staff who took him out of the hospital told me that when he heard the nurse say that he could go home, he immediately repeated that he wanted to go home, while picking up his clothes and urging the staff to take him away.

I gave the fried rice I brought to another staff member. After she heated it in the microwave, Lun and I had dinner in the backyard. He quickly ate the whole plate of fried rice and went to bed to rest after he was full.

It happened to be the anniversary of my wife's death and a week after our wedding anniversary, Lun was admitted to the emergency room. My wife's sudden death deepened my sense of crisis. The doctor asked me as usual, if Lun became seriously ill for various reasons and could not be saved, would I, as a parent, insist on prolonging his life? For example, using an "artificial lung" or other equipment. In the past six days, I have been worried about the worst situation, and my mood has fluctuated, but I did not allow it to stay at a low point, nor would I let the uneasy mood continue for too long. When life gets busy, there is less time for wild thoughts.

My thoughts and moods, as always, change with Lun's condition and breath. This interaction and dependence has never changed.

I am happy when he can be discharged from the hospital.