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Fighting Cancer - Part THREE (3)
One day, I don't remember which day it was, but I remember it wasn't the day of chemotherapy. I was resting at home when I felt a slight discomfort in my lower abdomen. At first, I didn't take it too seriously, but after waiting for half a day, I realized that the discomfort had increased and the pain had intensified, prompting me to call the hospital. During chemotherapy, there was an emergency phone available for cancer patients 24 hours a day.
In summary, without causing any trouble, I contacted the hospital and explained my condition to the nurse over the phone. She quickly connected me to the doctor who told me to either call an ambulance or ask someone nearby to take me to the hospital. At that moment, I didn't take the matter too seriously, but I mentioned it to my aunt. She immediately turned on the car and transported me to the hospital. As soon as I arrived at the hospital, they quickly transferred me to the emergency department since I was expected.
The doctor was waiting for me in the emergency department and as soon as he examined me from behind, he told me the bad news. I, who had become accustomed to bad news these days, asked him if there was anything worse than having cancer. He smiled slightly and said, "Of course not, but unfortunately, you have an infection in your back, and I need to perform a minor procedure without anesthesia right here in the emergency department. Since I can't wait for the operating room, I have to do the procedure here." At that moment, I didn't fully grasp the situation, but I agreed with him. The doctor immediately made the call and asked a few nurses for assistance. One of them was a tall, muscular figure about 2 meters tall. At first, I didn't understand why someone like that had to be present for a procedure on my back, but as soon as the operation began, I realized that he was there to hold me down because they knew in advance that I would experience pain.
I hope you don't have a bad day. It was planned that this gentle doctor would open me up from the back without any anesthesia or unconsciousness and clean up my wounds. He gave me a cushion to hold in case I felt pain and told me not to scream too much. Still not taking the matter seriously, I didn't understand what to expect until the doctor started working on me. Then I understood the purpose of the cushion and the doctor's instructions. Eyewitnessing the pain, I practically bit the cushion, and after 40 minutes when I was completely exhausted, I told the doctor that if he touched me again, I would kill him. He didn't flinch, and he asked the sexy and attractive 2-meter-tall black nurse to hold my hands and told me I had to endure for another 5 minutes, to which I had no choice. In short, this procedure ended after 50 minutes, and I had passed out from the pain.
Unfortunately, after the surgery, I realized that my surgical wound had to remain open, and the doctor said he couldn't suture it. I had to sit in a special Seasalt bath three times a day, and that also had its own story, which I prefer not to continue.
Anyway, after the surgery, the doctor prescribed antibiotics, and for two weeks, I had to use the saltwater bath three times a day. However, during chemotherapy, the most important issue is cleanliness of the environment and oral hygiene, which plays a crucial role in the patient's health. I was comfortable in terms of environmental cleanliness and oral hygiene, but unfortunately, as Iranians, we have a bit of hairiness, and a hair on my body was giving me a hard time, trying to kill me.
To be continued.
من فکر کردم تو که سرطان گرفتی الان مرده باشی پس هنوز نفس میکشی! خیل کنجکاوم ببینم چه شکلی شدی
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