Spring on the Tip of the Knife

When a living life is caught off guard by a cold medical diagnosis and plunged into the abyss of "death penalty", what can people strive for for the rest of their lives? Should you huddle in the shadow of fate and resign yourself to fate, or hold on to the hope of life and fight hard; should you drift with the tide and let misfortune swallow you up, or should you dare to step out on the edge of a knife and create your own way of life? I, an ordinary educator who was born in Jiangxia, Wuhan and grew up in the countryside, was just over 30 years old when I was stricken with the terminal disease that has made the world talk about it - liver cancer, a serious disease that has been dubbed "the king of cancers" by the medical community. But I never bowed to this sudden fate, nor did I give in to the ferocious disease. For 22 years, 8,000 days and nights, and 260 months and years, I used my bones as a staff and my ambition as a sail. I gritted my teeth and fought on the long road against cancer. I finally used time to verify a truth: disease can imprison the freedom of the body, but it can never define the thickness and connotation of life; mountains can slow down the pace of progress, but they can never stop the power of life to grow upward. In the face of any hardships and disasters, the flame called hope deep in life should not be extinguished easily. In the most stubborn words of Wuhan people: I, a cancer patient who was once sentenced to death by the God of Death, just don't believe in evil, I just don't obey "Zhou", I just want to fight against the tip of the knife, I just want to change my destiny with my courage and courage, and live my own spring on the tip of the knife.