I used to be the editor of the French fashion magazine ELLE. It can be said that when my career, family, and love were all good, I suddenly suffered a stroke and became paralyzed. The doctor thought that keeping my right eye would only get sick, so I sewed it up, and I can only communicate with people through my left eye. For other people's questions, I only say "yes" by blinking the left eye once, and "no" by blinking the left eye twice.
And my body is like a diving bell. It can only go anywhere in a hospital bed and a wheelchair, but at least my mind can fly far, far away like a butterfly. The nurse recorded some of my thoughts, and through the "E, Y, T, I..." she read over and over again, I used my left eye to identify a letter I needed, and then from the letter I needed Forming words, then using words to form sentences, and then linking sentences into articles, although this is a very tiring and tedious thing.
I still want to be able to look back at my family, children, and friends at the end of my life. I know I owe you a lot and thank you for your hospice care. On the phone, I heard my old dad use a choked voice to comfort me and let me get better as soon as possible. I deeply understand the mood of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person. I want to make him feel at ease, but I can't say a single one. Word, I don't know if I can stand up again to shave my dad and put on aftershave for him.
I dragged my immobile body to accompany my children and my ex-wife to the beach, blowing the sea breeze and watching the happy smiling faces of the children. At this time, I was in a good mood, and there was no expression on my face. I felt that happiness was far away. I'm so close and I can't express the joy they bring me, I'm like a person isolated at sea and isolated from the world. I think of my girlfriend's hair that flutters in the wind. She was by my side. Because of my bad temper, I rejected her thousands of miles away. When I was lying on the hospital bed, thank her for remembering to greet me and saying "love" I", I've been waiting for her.
The above is a record of my family, friends, past life, and current illness before my death. In the end, my mind was no longer as free as a butterfly, and I completely turned into a diving bell, diving into the deep sea forever and ever.
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