i will fight with you till the end

After spending five years at the Ho Chi Minh City Oncology Hospital, from a facility in Binh Thanh District to a facility in Thu Duc City, that mother has now exhausted everything, both money and energy. At night, Dutt followed his mother to find an empty space in the hospital corridor where people slept on old mats.

i’m sick i’m back with you

At the age of 16, An Giang’s daughter got married and had two children. When Dat was less than 1 year old, her husband started running a fever, his hands and feet turned purple. I went to the shop to buy medicine, but people didn’t dare to sell it. She said she didn’t know what was wrong and advised her husband to take her to the hospital. She herself did not expect that on the day she took her husband to the hospital, she saw him for the last time.

The doctor said that Dat’s father has lung cancer and needs to be admitted to the hospital immediately. Ngoc borrowed millions of dollars but only had enough money for medicine and an oxygen ventilator for her husband. After lying for two months, his family came from Hai Duong to take him home. On the day of her husband’s death, the 21-year-old girl was still busy repaying the loan she had borrowed, was unable to make the payments on time and had no money to return to her hometown to see her husband’s face for the last time. That memory was like a wound that kept burning in Ngok’s heart.

The father passed away, the older child went to live with the grandmother, the younger child was brought up by the paternal family. Three years of hard work, but Ngoc’s ATM card is left with the creditor.

Each month, she can only set aside 1 million VND for personal activities. In 2019, just after he had paid off his loan, Ngoc received a phone call from a strange woman. “It was a woman from a charity group that Dat met and asked him to help her child find her mother, it said her mother was in the south,” Ngoc said in pain.

The woman called An Giang back, then traced his whereabouts to someone who worked in Long An. She collected money to buy a plane ticket to Ngoc to return to her husband’s hometown to pick up the baby. Reunited after many years of separation, when Dat was only 14.5 kg the mother was saddened. On taking the child to the hospital, the doctor told that the boy has blood cancer.

end of pain

Ngok burst into tears when she said she was raising her child alone in the hospital and could no longer take care of him. Or the news that she was ill, watching her mother bear the burden, her eldest son, who was born in 2011, asked to leave school to sell lottery tickets to help his mother. The life of the whole family completely depends on Grandfather Dat, who goes fishing every day for about 100,000 VND rent. The boy’s grandmother is also very ill and can only sell lottery tickets near her house.

There was a time when Ngoc and his parents used to pick bottles for a living in Long An. Around 8 o’clock, all three of them used to gather on an old wagon which used to run through the night. On deserted roads, they stopped at a landfill and began digging in search of what was left. Elder brother stayed at home to take care of me, gave me milk to drink and then put us to sleep by hugging each other.

The day there was a lot of garbage, the whole family picked it up between about 2 pm and 3 am and the job was done. Some days it takes 5 o’clock to return. Happiness is very simple with that mother, when she pushes the door of the house to see that both the children are still asleep. “Seeing grandparents bending over to pick up the trash, I am a child who cannot take care of my parents, my heart is broken. Some days I am still scolded and driven away, but I Poor me. For me,” Ngok burst into tears.

Hit by the COVID-19 pandemic, Dat was late for four months on medication, he couldn’t take any pills because he couldn’t go to the hospital, the mother could only pray for her son’s peace. In the middle of 2022, one day when he came home from work, he saw that Dat’s limbs were bruised, the mother tried to ask if he had fallen somewhere but he said no.

Taking the child to the hospital, the doctor checked the bone marrow and found it was not right, called the blood transfusion hospital for further tests. Before leaving, in the blood test results, Dat’s platelets have dropped. The doctor said that there is no need to go now, Dat is ill again.

Having said this, the young mother covered her face and began to cry, thinking that she had fallen into the ditch. The doctor told that this time the DAT was very heavy. I vomited blood clots. The young mother felt remorse and more remorse because the poverty of her life had initially prevented her from caring for and taking care of her children. This time back at the hospital, the money collected was not enough to collect all the bottles and tablets.

With no money to rent a motel, the 1994-born mother packed all of her essentials into a large plastic bag. When night fell, mother and daughter took each other to find an empty spot in the pediatric ward, and spread a mat to ask for a bed. One day I had to lie down in the hallway, another day in a tiny corner of the internal medicine department. Just like that, the child with stage 4 cancer fell asleep peacefully in his mother’s arms.

Thien An’s pure smile

Duong Nguyen Thien An has dimples on her face and a clear smile, leaning her bald head on her mother’s shoulder. Little hands with needles held their mother’s hand. Seeing this, the mother quickly wiped her tears, stroked her son’s head and smiled.