Today I went to the hospital to escort my father-in-law back home. He has been inflicted by some viruses that caused him grave difficulties in urination for about three weeks. After continuous attacks of high fever, he was finally hospitalized to lessen physical pains. He is 76 years old.
My own father has also got flu last week. Out of his stubbornness in refusing to visit local clinics as well as his cautiousness in avoiding wrong dosage of drugs by local physicians, which may conflict with the drugs he regularly intakes for other chronic illness, his initial flu grew into pneumonia. He too suffered from high fever for several days. He is almost the same age as my father-in-law.
Looking at their wretched figures with great sympathy, I remembered one of my friends told me that one at our age has entered the stage of life whose main occupation can be best captured by the simple phrase “the middle age of joys and miseries” (哀樂中年). My younger brother also told me the main concern of life at our age is no more than “to retain health and to honor the dead” (養生送死).
Who can deny the truth in their words?
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