I have always been a person who loves watching movies and writing film reviews, but I stopped writing for a long time after college. It may be because of the busyness of work, the ties of family, and the worldly heart. But that doesn't affect my good habit of choosing a good movie to enjoy every week with my significant other. This week, we were fortunate enough to meet "I'm not the God of Medicine". I can't believe how he fits in with my real life for the past 2 years, it's like stepping back in time, people from the past and those sad things come to mind again...
I still remember that it was the summer of 2016, when the heat was on, my family was hit hard. My grandma, who has always been healthy, played mahjong for a few hours a day, and happily bought the whole family's food, fell down. Myeloma, a close relative of leukemia. This kind of disease is the kind that hurts and kills people. As long as the disease occurs, every bone will be devoured by worms. Our family is in a second-tier city in China, and the doctors and hospitals we find are among the best in the country, and even the ranking of the hematology department is among the 15th in the country. However, the reality is that the elderly are too old to accept any cruel chemotherapy. In addition to various pain-relieving suppositories and pills, the "experts" cryptically gave us the only way to survive, buying a Swiss-imported targeted therapy drug "Lenalidomide" at a pharmacy near the hospital. We also don't understand why the magic medicine recommended by "experts" is not available in a pharmacy of a top-three hospital, and can only be purchased at a nearby "designated pharmacy", but this is not important in the face of life. My father, without saying a word, went to the pharmacy. At that time, I was pregnant with Liujia, anxiously waiting for the redemption of the magic medicine in the hospital. After a while, my father came back sweating profusely. He held two square boxes about the size of ordinary vitamin pills in his hand, bowed his head mysteriously and said to me: Yao, guess how much is this medicine? I said, "It doesn't matter how much money you have, it's important to save your life, and you have to eat a few thousand dollars. "Father just smiled," Fifty-nine thousand in a box! 21 pills, 21 days after a course of treatment. ..." At that time, I was completely speechless. "If grandma knew the price, she would never eat it. You must never say anything. This thing can also swipe a credit card, and the money is less than 60,000 in 3 seconds, which is really fast. "My father joked.
That's how the "high-priced medicine" thing started in my house. Having said that, the medicine is indeed effective. Grandma's various values are improving, and the pain has also been reduced. Although there are some adverse reactions after chemotherapy, the fate is to pick it up. The only problem is: expensive. My family is considered to be a well-off family, and my father does some small business, which is also considered to be a little wealthy. But to buy medicine like this, no one's money comes from a wave, and who doesn't feel distressed? Moreover, this does not happen overnight, and everyone will figure out a way out of long-term problems. Finally, under my diligent and inquisitive father, he found a way - "go to India to buy generic drugs". First of all, this idea is known to all patients, but there is no way out, and no one or family members go to India to buy it, nor do they know where to buy it. Secondly, we have discussed with the "experts" in the hospital. The attitude of the experts is tacit approval and the curative effect is affirmed, but it is impossible for him to take responsibility for the truth. Because I majored in English, when I was pregnant, I searched the Internet for traces of this medicine every night. The source was from China, India, TB, and purchasing. In the end, my father and I decided together that he personally went to New Delhi, India to buy medicine. The preliminary work is very tedious. I had already taken maternity leave a month earlier, and I was still in contact with the manufacturer of lenalidomide in India by email and phone, hoping to find a retail store and the Indian Grand Hospital in New Delhi on the Internet to see if I could prescribe medicine for the inquiries, while my father I was responsible for applying for the visa in person, preparing all the hospital materials for my grandmother and finding someone to translate it. In this way, in less than 10 days, everything was complete, and my father embarked on the journey of buying medicine.
My father's itinerary was on Friday, and when he arrived in the morning, he returned in the evening. He didn't live at all. Because of the unfamiliar life and the fact that he doesn't speak a word of English, he doesn't even want to play. And I have a big belly in the bedroom to do all kinds of video and voice translation work at any time. We were very nervous about each other, because many situations were unclear in the early stage. This time, we were really a lone hero, and we just said and left with a lot of energy. After getting off the plane, my father took an electric tricycle and went straight to the pharmacy as planned (the pharmacy was found from the pharmaceutical factory in the early stage, and the drug management in India is very loose, and the hospital prescription is not required). Who knows what will happen before I go. The tricycle driver saw that his father was Chinese, and he was unfamiliar with the place. In July, in New Delhi, which was nearly 40 degrees, he had to sit for 40 minutes before reaching his destination. (I tested it on Baidu Maps at home and it took me 15 minutes to get there. My father doesn’t know how to use Google’s mobile phone map.) In the end, my father forced the driver to stop, called me, and asked me to express an extra RMB 20 for consumption, and asked him to deliver it immediately. . The result is this, the driver who is greedy for small profits is for the small 20 yuan, so that his father takes a sauna in India as soon as he goes. When I got to the pharmacy, my father's description was, incredible, this is also a pharmacy. It's clearly a messy mini-grocery store. Fortunately, it is the place where I have contacted the pharmaceutical factory before, otherwise I would not have dared to buy it. Ready for the translation I wrote, the boss quickly took out the medicine we needed. The price was a pleasant surprise after I negotiated with the Indian boss on the phone—about 1,000 yuan. Although the father was sweating profusely, he was also very happy. After buying a few bottles, I was immediately ready to return to the airport, where I waited for the return flight. As a result, there was another problem. The airport in India was not allowed to enter the airport until 2 hours after boarding, and there were policemen with guns watching the gate. We deeply suspect that it is because we are afraid that too many people will go in and use the air conditioner, because most of India has no such thing as air conditioner! I want to ask if there is a Starbucks nearby, turn on the air conditioner and wait for a while. When I ask, the nearest Starbucks is at the airport boarding gate... My father is so hot that he doesn't dare to wander too far. New Delhi is stinky and dirty. My father was born in 1961. He actually said that New Delhi is far worse than China in the 1960s.… Waiting in the heat like this, I finally got on the plane safely, and there was no inspection by the customs when I got off the plane (the inspection we bought was not a lot, it was a personal purchase, and it was legal and safe with the relevant hospital certificate and all the materials of my grandmother. ) One day, less than 24 hours, completed the work of buying medicine. India gave my father a very bad impression. He didn't want to go again in this life, but he needed to buy medicine in the future, and he said that he still insisted on extending his grandmother's life. The effect of the medicine proved to be no different from that of Switzerland.
Tragedy is still bound to happen. Medicine is medicine after all. It's not as magical as the movie says. Whether it is leukemia or myeloma, it is still an incurable disease all over the world. Survival rates are few and far between. Even if there is no shortage of drugs, whether the patient's body can keep up with this chemotherapy method (this is also a kind of chemotherapy), whether the drug will be resistant to the drug for a long time, the patient's own physical condition, psychological state, etc. life and death. In fact, on July 31, 2017, grandma passed away. Died of lung infection. After the person left, the medicine was not finished. It can be said that in the later stage, I didn’t eat much, because the adverse reactions have become more and more serious, people have already suffered very much, and they can only survive on pain relief such as morphine. Grandma is 89 years old. It can be regarded as riding a crane. However, the experience of buying medicine this time has made my father and I remember for a lifetime. This is not only an exotic adventure, but also our deep inseparable love and reluctance to our elders. Just like, the quicksand you hold hard will eventually pass between your fingers over time, the helplessness and sadness of being unable to return to the sky.
I don't finish the medicine, my father gave it to the patient (although like the plot in the movie, most of the patients have died within a year...), after all, I hope to help everyone a little, everyone praises my father Is a big dutiful son. In fact, deep down in my father's heart, there will always be a trace of regret...
A movie evoked this sad memory of me, and the same is the end of the world. Just like the old grandmother of the movie said, "Who can guarantee that he will not get sick? Who can guarantee that the person he loves will not get sick?" Medicine can heal people , it can save lives, but the most important thing is to cherish your body, and in your limited life, love yourself and your family.
This article was written in July 2018, before my grandmother's death day a year later. In memory, my dearly loved grandma, you in heaven, say hello.
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