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ๆฏใ‹ใ‚‰็ˆถใธใฎใƒฉใƒ–ใƒฌใ‚ฟใƒผใ‚’้›ขใ‚Œใซใ‚ใ‚‹้ตใฎใคใ„ใฆใ„ใชใ„ๆฃšใซไป•่ˆžใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๅง‰ใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใจ่จ€ใฃใฆใ„ใŸใฎใง、ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚Šใคใค่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆš‡ใ‚‚ใชใๆฏใจ้Žใ”ใ—ใฆ1้€ฑ้–“ใŒ้ŽใŽใŸ้ ƒ、ไปŠใพใงไปฅไธŠใซ้…ธ็ด ใฎๅ€คใŒๅฎ‰ๅฎšใ—ใฅใ‚‰ใใชใ‚Šๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆณฃใๅ‡บใ—ใใ†ใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใงใ„ใพใ—ใŸ。

ใƒ‘ใƒซใ‚นใ‚ชใ‚ญใ‚ทใƒกใƒผใ‚ฟใƒผใ‚’ๆŒ‡ใซใคใ‘ใฆ้…ธ็ด ้ฃฝๅ’Œๅบฆใ‚’็ขบ่ชใ—ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใฎใงใ™ใŒ、ๆทฑใ็œ ใ‚Šใซๅ…ฅใ‚‹ใจใฉใ†ใ—ใฆใ‚‚่จชๅ•็œ‹่ญทใฎๆ–นใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆŒ‡็คบ้€šใ‚Šใงใฏใ‚ฌใ‚ฏใƒƒใจๆ•ฐๅ€คใŒไธ‹ใŒใ‚Š、้…ธๆฌ ็Šถๆ…‹ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใง、ๆฏใŒ็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใฆใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใŒๆŠœใ‘ใชใ„ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใซใชใฃใฆใ—ใพใ„ใพใ—ใŸ。


ใใ‚“ใชๅคœใ‚ซใƒ‹ใƒฅใƒผใƒฌใฎใƒญใ‚ดใŒใฉใ†่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚‚้ ใ้œžใ‚“ใงvotlow..ใˆ?้…ธ็ด ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰Aquaใจใ‹ใใ†่จ€ใ†ๆ–‡ๅญ—ใชใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใฎใ‹ใชใจ、ใ•ใ‚‰ใซ็œŸๅคœไธญใซใผใƒผใฃใจ่ฆ‹ใคใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ“ใ‚Œใฏ้€†ใซ่ฃ…็€ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใงใฏ、ใใฎ3ๆ—ฅๅ‰ใซใƒใƒฅใƒผใƒ–ใ‹ใ‚‰ใใฎ้…ธ็ด ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š่พผใ‚€้ƒจๅˆ†ใฎไป˜ใ‘ๆ›ฟใˆใ‚’ใŠ้ก˜ใ„ใ—ใŸๆ™‚ใซ้–“้•ใˆใฆใ—ใพใ‚ใ‚ŒใŸใ‚“ใงใฏใจไธๅฎ‰ใซใชใ‚Šใพใ—ใŸ。


ๆฌกใฎๆ—ฅ、ใใฎใ“ใจใ‚’ไผใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅ…ˆใซ็œ‹่ญทๅธซใ•ใ‚“ใŒ「ใ“ใ‚Œ、ไป˜ใ‘ๆ›ฟใˆใฆ่‰ฏใ„ใงใ™ใ‹。」ใจ่จ€ใฃใฆๅธฐใฃใŸๅพŒ、ใƒญใ‚ดใŒATOMใจใƒใƒƒใ‚ญใƒช่ชญใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใฆ、ใใ†่จ€ใˆใฐ้ซชใฎๆฏ›ใฎไธŠใ‹ใ‚‰ๅŒป็™‚็”จใƒ†ใƒผใƒ—ใ‚’ๅฟ…ใšใƒšใ‚ฟใƒผใฃใฆใฏใ‚‹ใ—、ๆฏใŒใƒœใƒ‡ใ‚ฃใƒผใ‚ฝใƒผใƒ—ใง้ซชใ‚’ๆด—ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฃใฆๆฏ่‡ช่บซใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใฟใŸใ„ใซ่ฉฑใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ、ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‚ใŠใ‹ใ—ใใชใ„?ใจ、ๆ€ฅใซๆœ€้ซ˜ใซๅซŒใชๆฐ—ๆŒใกใซ。⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎!!!ใฃใจๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆ‚ฒใ—ใ„ๆฐ—ๆŒใกใซใชใฃใŸใฎใงใ™。


ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใใ†่จ€ใฃใŸไบ‹ใฏ็›ดๆŽฅๆฏใฎๅฏฟๅ‘ฝใ‚’็ธฎใ‚ใŸใ‚ใ‘ใงใ‚‚ใชใ、ใŸใ ๅซŒใชใ ใ‘ใฎๅ‡บๆฅไบ‹ใชใฎใง、็›ธๆ‰‹ใฏๆ‚ชใณใ‚Œใšใซ「้…ธ็ด ใฎไพ›็ตฆ้‡ใซใฏ้–ขไฟ‚ใชใ„」ใจใชใซใ‹่จ€ใ„ใชใŒใ‚‰่ฆ–็ทšใฎ้š…ใงๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๆŒฏใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ、ใ™ใงใซๆฏใฏๅฎ‰้™ๆ™‚ใซ3Lใฎ้…ธ็ด ใŒๅฟ…่ฆใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใฆ、ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฏใใฎไบบ็‰ฉใ‚’ไฟก้ ผใงใใชใใชใฃใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸ。





My sister told me that she had found a love letter from my mother to my father in an unlocked cabinet in a remote, and after a week of spending time with my mother without time to look at it, though I was concerned, I really felt like crying because my oxygen levels were more difficult to stabilize than ever.


On such nights, the cannula logo was far away and hazy and ‘votlow’ no matter how you look at it... Huh? I thought that since it was oxygen, the letters might be Aqua or something like that, and furthermore, when I stared blankly at it in the middle of the night, I began to wonder if this was attached in the opposite direction.

I was worried that she had made a mistake when father had asked her to replace the part that takes in oxygen from the tube three days earlier.


The next day, before I could tell her that, the nurse said, "Can I replace this?" and left, and the logo was clearly readable as ATOM. She always put medical tape over my mother’s hair, and she talked about my mother washing her hair with body soap as if it was her own fault, but isn't that strange too? And suddenly I feel supremely uncomfortable.  ⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎⚪︎!!! I was really sad.


The lady waved her hand out of the corner of his eye, saying something like, "It has nothing to do with the oxygen supply," but my mother already needed 3L of oxygen at rest, and I didn't trust that person. I was no longer able to do so.



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