Translated…
Eight years ago, my mother was overcome with serious illness, she’d gone to a hospital in Kaohsiung from Penghu for treatment, and my father was there, looking after her the whole way.
We’d not told mom the truth, hoped that she could, rely on her own will to survive to live, so miracle can happen. And still, as she’d gotten her sixth round of chemo, she was already, surrounded, taken over by the cancer cells, she ran a continuous fever, and can only rely on morphine to stop the pans. As the doctor declared that he “gave up”, it seemed, that mom understood, and kept talking about going home.
In order to not have any regrets, we’d taken the opportunities of when mom was most lucid, and sent her home. But, as we arrived at the airport, the staff saw my mom’s conditions, feared, that accident might happen, and wouldn’t allow her to get on the flight.
And, at this time, my weakened mom, stood up from her wheelchair, and spoke clearly, and, it’d made the personnel from the airlines allow her to get onboard the flight. In a week after my mom returned to Penghu, she’d passed away, but, that magical moment before she got onboard the airplane still stayed with me, and, it’d pained me too.
So, this, is the dying wish of someone, that drive, that desire, to die at home, and, in the end, this woman was able to, have her wish, of dying at home, and that just shows how strong that drive toward home is for someone who’d about to pass.
Life, the Obstacle Course 