family

Family can be our support system. Or they can be part of the problem. All about the complicated, loving, and difficult relationship with us and the ones who love us.

Anti-disease inspirational stories
Her name is Li Shu, a community doctor. She does her best to help patients every day, but she never thought that one day she would become a cancer patient. In 2010, when she was diagnosed with cancer, she welcomed her triplets daughters, but she suffered more than other mothers. She suffered massive uterine bleeding during childbirth. After three days and three nights of rescue, she finally saved her life. uterus. The three daughters are very cute. They thought they could grow up happily with their daughters after experiencing the disaster, but a bigger ordeal came to her again. In early 2013, she was diagnosed with gastric adenocarcinoma and had liver metastases. Seeing the diagnosis, she felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Thinking of her daughters who are not yet three years old, and thinking that she may not be able to grow up with them, her heart was cut like a knife, and a whole box of tissues couldn't dry her tears. After crying, she slowly calmed down. Can't just leave three daughters, can't leave this family, she thought to herself. With the desire to survive, and with the encouragement and help of her family and friends, she embarked on the road of fighting cancer.Fighting cancer However, the difficulty of fighting cancer is unimaginable for ordinary people. In 2013, she decided to undergo tumor removal surgery. The operation was carried out from 7 am to 7 pm, and the family waited outside the operating room for 12 hours, while she was on the edge of life and death for 12 hours. She had to go through several rounds of chemotherapy after the surgery, but after only two chemotherapy treatments, she was forced to stop because she was so underweight. Due to surgery and chemotherapy, her weight dropped rapidly to less than 80 pounds, while chemotherapy requires a weight of 90 pounds. She can only wait for her weight to slowly regain before continuing chemotherapy. The difficult road to fight cancer filled her with worry. She was afraid that she would not be able to make it through. She was afraid that one day she would suddenly die, and she would no longer be able to watch her daughter grow up. If the daughter does not have the care of her mother in her growing years, how lonely it will be; if the daughter does not have the blessing of her mother at the wedding, what a pity. Thinking of this, her heart ached. Just in case, in order to leave something for her daughters, she called her friend and wrote these words for herself in the ward,Blessings for the wedding of my daughters in 20 years. I hope this video will not be useful, I hope that I can grow up with my daughter all the time, and I can send blessings to my daughter at the wedding scene. She said silently in her heart. Four years later, it is this deep love, the love for her daughter, and the love for her family, that has been supporting her through this difficult road against cancer. Four years later, her condition is getting better and better, and she is slowly getting rid of the shadow of cancer. "I'm much better. The doctor said that there is no recurrence or metastasis, but I still can't take it lightly. I can't take medicine or exercise less.She said that every year she has to go from Langzhong to a hospital in Chongqing for re-examination. At the beginning, when it was time for the re-examination, she was anxious and had insomnia all night long. She was afraid that the results of the re-examination would suddenly break the peace of her current life. Once, because she had to leave the house for 2 days to go to Chongqing for a re-examination, the youngest daughter Yaowa heard that she would not see her mother for 2 days, and cried and made trouble. The family couldn’t persuade her. Her daughter's tears, her cowardice, and her over-reliance on herself made her even more frightened. In a hurry, she hit Yaowa. At 10 o'clock in the evening, she sent a text message to her daughter to apologize. She said in the text message: "Mom is angry today because mother doesn't like seeing you cry, and mother hopes you are a brave child." You can't cry if your mother is really gone one day, you know? I hope that as the results of each re-examination are normal, her confidence in life will become stronger and stronger, and her hope to accompany her daughter to grow up will be greater and greater. She helps the children with their homework, cooks them delicious meals, and dresses them up. She takes great care of her daughters and tries her best to be a good mother.She cherishes the days she spends with her daughter growing up now. She hopes that time will go faster and that she will be able to see her daughter grow up earlier; but she also hopes that time will be slower, so that she can remember the little things she has with her daughters. "Live well and live until the children become adults. If luck is better, maybe I can put on wedding gowns for them and say the blessing from my mother." She said hopefully.
By Carey3 years ago in Psyche
I forgive my wife for cheating twice, and the third time, I chose to divorce, even if the injury is too deep
one Hello, my name is Li Tao. I am 40 years old. I am the supervisor of a factory. My wife, Xiao Qin, is a translator for a car sales center.
By alibaba3 years ago in Psyche
Childhood Verbal Abuse and its Effects on a Child's Future
What is verbal abuse? Verbal abuse, from consumer.healthday.com, is: Name-calling, belittling, swearing, insulting, Indirect criticism, such as disparaging your child to your spouse, rejecting or threatening abandonment, threatening bodily harm, scapegoating or blaming, using excessive sarcasm (Making a mocking remark, such as "Now that was smart" when victim spills juice on the rug). Verbal abuse is a form of abuse that is often overlooked, as there are rarely physical symptoms of the abuse itself. It is not seen as ‘real abuse’ by many adults, and unless you can find proof, many members of child protection around the world will also not see it as true abuse. Verbal abuse can often lead to deep scars, mental issues, and lasting effects on someone's mind as they grow up, and sometimes they don't even realize where these effects come from.
By LS Constance3 years ago in Psyche
I no longer care
Feelings. I don't even know what those are anymore. Remember when you were five years old and would trip on a rock. Then you'd cry your way to your mom. With tears pouring down your face, you would go hug your mom's leg and she would ensure that you were okay. That same loving mother that would rock you until you fell asleep or carry from the car to your room after a long road trip, no longer exists as well as my feelings.
By Stella Shen4 years ago in Psyche
Affected by violence
How my life was affected by violence, Hi, hello my name is Nila and I am 20 years old and this is the story of how I was bullied and mentally,emotionally,physically abused by people I thought loved me. So where should we start? When I was 7 (an only child) I lost my parents to a crash in a snowstorm.My parents were both doctors (36 year old Lisa) (48 year old Harrold) and this day was supposed to be their day off to get sleep and spend time with me. Before they left they had the tiredest look in there eye’s, and on this specific night (May 9,2008) they unexpectedly got a call to come in as soon as they could, so they dropped me off at my grandmother's house (68 year old Annie) and told me they had to rush and perform and emergency surgery on one of there oldest client (86 year old Margret) who had a deadly tumor growing off her brain. The surgery lasted six hours, you're probably wondering how I would have known this stuff if i wasn't in the car, well after the surgery my parents were on the phone with me telling me how it went. They left around 8:30 pm and I didnt get a call until about 2:30 am. Me being the excited 7 year old I was ,I was waiting for them to come pick me up, but unfortunately they didn’t make it back. It turns out the snow had created black ice on the road which had caused theirs (black ford) and another car (white honda) to slide heads on (none of the passengers made it in my parents car or the other car). The sad thing about it was that I had just said bye and hung up the phone on them. A few hours later I didn’t get any more calls from them nor did they come to get me or call me grandmother. My grandmother was making breakfast for me and I turned on the news.What I saw was shocking, there were two cars crushed in the front and inside. Then the reporters showed all the passengers that died. My parents' face flashed across the screen declaring a fatal crash.I broke down and as I was crying my grandmother came and saw what I had seen on the Television, she turned it off and grabbed me in her arms crying trying to comfort me, 5 minutes go by and she gets a call, it tells her that the crash was my parents. After that trauma I lived with my grandmother for 6 years until she got sick (with cancer) and passed away. A week after the funeral (CPS) came and took me away to an Orphanage that was 500 miles away from my home. I stayed there for about a year until I got a foster home with (28 year old Addison) and (46 year old Bill). They had no kids and lived a average paying,and living life.They were nice for a week of my stay then they start acting as if I was the maid or house keeper of the house.If I didn’t do something right Bill would whip or beat me, if I spilled even a drop of water on the floor, Bill would whip or beat me and Addison just sat there or didn’t feed me for week. It went on like that for six months. I would go to school wear makeup or hid in my sleeves just to cover up the bruises I had.The caretakers of the orphanage came to visit and see how I was.They figured out that I was being abused.They took me away and put me back in the system and Bill and Addison went to jail. A few more months went past and I ended up in another home. I won’t go into detail about this home because of what happened but I will say I was physically assaulted in this home and at the end I ended back in the system.Two months (November 16) later it was my 15th birthday. I Spent it alone in sadness and depression at this point I wanted to end it all and the main point is that I didn’t tell anyone, but I knew ending it was for good.I went to the third foster home with (32 year old Milley) and her son (16 year old Millo). I choose not to open up to them. I started dressing in black and hanging with the wrong groups.I would sneak out, experimenting with drugs,stealing, contributing to gangs and crimes.I was like this for 2 years and my mom who adopted me still tried to get close and have a bond ,but I built a wall for my emotions and people. I wasn’t going to trust any one. One day (April ,21) the gang ( Splicer)(young teenage gang) that I hung out with was tied up in some deals with another gang. They ended up not paying anything and young 17 year old me was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I remember going to our usual spot then I heard gunshots (Bang) (Boom) (Bow) then all of a sudden I heard the gang around me and screaming in terror, “call the ambulance, call the ambulance!!!”.Then it went black. I woke up in the hospital to my mom and my brother. It turns out I was shot, not once but three times, one in my abdomen and one in the shoulder and one in the leg. It was too much pain to handle so I blacked out instead of screaming in pain.I was so surprised to see my mom there, she was screaming and crying in joy.I thought she hated me because I didn’t show her love. Two month after recovery my mom gave me a class to help with my depression and trouble and in that class we talked about what caused violence in our life and what we did that made it better. Now I am 20 years old, happy and better than I’ve ever been. P.S it’s fictional
By Ryah Dennard4 years ago in Psyche
Hell's Decorated Door
Everyone has a sob traumatic childhood story. Their own personal hell. All completely valid. Took me 15 odd some years to realize that. That I wasn't alone at all, and I didn't have to go through it alone. Even when I was too embarrassed of my own hell. Maybe my story will help someone.
By Annisa McDowell4 years ago in Psyche
An Introduction To An Introduction
Dear Diary, LOL! Let me just first start out by apologizing. You know, I have been apologizing my entire life, not an exaggeration! I don't need to apologize, I need to STOP apologizing! I have gotten so good at turning everything into being my fault I don't even realize I am doing it anymore. Let's not start here in the middle, is 34 middle aged? Side bar, technically 50ish is middle aged now because, aren't people living till 100? Jeez, I have so much more time, it feels so daunting. That feeling is only temporary, I'm going through a thing. SHHH, Let me feel depressed while I work through it all with you.
By Sofie Bates4 years ago in Psyche
the household.
sitting here in despair, while I write this story with constant tears rolling down my face. I ask myself everyday heavy heartedly, "why me? " " why do I have to go through this?" its just as if the pain had a toll on me. I'm only 16, I should be somewhere having fun with my friends but yet, here I am in my dark room writing about my hurt. I know that living in this HOUSEHOLD will only bring me pain, with my mom toxic actions, my siblings dreadful, and deceitful ways. Sometimes I feel as if I deserve to feel this way, but that's only because of my mother belittling ways. My mother come off as this kind, caring women to other people in her space, yet she's an imposter in my eyes. I am her only child that feels this way about her because I'm the one she hates the most.
By kimora morris4 years ago in Psyche
Narcissist Parents
Especially when one comes from a seemingly good home-dad is working, mom staying home to look after the kids, this phenomena is often overlooked. From the outside people think the parents are wonderful and supportive and it appears so on the outside. What they don’t know is what goes on behind closed doors. Some parents are complete narcissists and use so many forms to control their children. Narcissistic personality disorder is when a person demands admiration at any cost. They do not care whom they hurt and how they get it. They have a high sense of self and do not know they are doing anything wrong. Here are signs your parents were narcissists.
By Sid Aaron Hirji4 years ago in Psyche
My Own Giant Beanstalk
Jack’s mother, or someone similar, scattered some magic beans and one landed in the pit of my stomach - in my sacral space. The seed grew and thrived and blossomed over time. It’s roots grew down out of my root chakra and into my legs, it’s tendrils eventually emerging from the soles of my feet and continuing downward, down, down, down. Not into the soil of the earth but into THAT time. I am fixed in that moment in time. Stuck. It’s trunk replaced my trunk, filling me completely. It’s spiny branches have replaced my own arms and it grew out of my finger tips, which now tremble often when they didn't before. It’s branches climbed for the skies and filled my neck, head and the entirety of my brain. The synapses that once fired with jokes, memes, fun, laughter, joy and often laughed at times that were inappropriate have been replaced with the vibrating branches of fear, worry, anxiety, dread, horror, nervousness and terror.
By Emma Louise4 years ago in Psyche
A Letter to My Dad
Dear Dad, It has been almost forty years since you stepped out of my life in the most cliché-ridden manner possible. Not just a bad heart that attacked you; not just on the day that you were to be released from hospital; not just when all the signs were good for you and your health. It was the day itself that stays with me.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Psyche
The Ego and The Paradox of Time
Do you know that the time dimension, as you know by the clock, is man-made? We should be all interested in time because we use time in mathematics and science. We measure time in seconds, minutes, hours, days and years. Also, we calculate distances in time, light years away and eons etc. Time is used for cooking, travelling, growing and achieving things. Everything we do has a time attached to it – even our bodies age with time. There is time to be born and time to die for all of us. Time consumes our thinking and our whole being. There is a saying, "Time and tide wait for no man". Our perception of time traps us in time from the moment we are born and from which there is no apparent escape. With time there is a past, present and future, and there is always a beginning and an end.
By Mal Mohanlal4 years ago in Psyche