From the Author
When I was doing research for this book, I had to visit a hospital regularly. That was when I spoke to a senior nurse, commonly known as "Sister".
One of the days, as we were touring the cancer ward, a patient's father approached her. She told me to wait "for a while" as she spoke to the patient's father in private. I waited for two hours; and when she came back, she had a runny nose. She was no longer smiling.
In a cancer ward, no one is supposed to have a flu or a cold, as many of the patients have weak immune systems. Any healthcare professional or visitor who coughs or has a runny nose will not be allowed into the ward.
It's obvious what had happened then. She was not sick; she had been crying. Someone just had a relapse. The chances of a survival has become lower.
We're talking about a Sister--the most senior nurse in the ward. I have already known that nurses sometimes do cry. However, if even an experienced nurse will cry, I conclude that the bravest soldiers are in a hospital.
Did I mention that we all laughed at a eighteen-year-old boy who went all the ward from his bed to the recreation room to select a game? We laughed not because he was playing a children's game at his age; we laughed because we were happy that this boy was walking on his own, as one day ago, he was in ICU.
From the Back Cover
One rainy day, at a bus stop, a little girl walks up to me. She asks, "JieJie, why is it raining today?"
I pat her head and smile. "Little girl, why are you crying here alone?"
"Because it is raining, and I am waiting for the rain to stop. Jie Jie, do youknow why it rains? I am always very sad when it rains, because I cannot walkhome."
"Don't ask me why the rain has come; ask me when the rainbow will be formed."