{Humanistic Impression Contest - Faculty of Library Information} Humanistic Love

Indeed, studying and working under the roof of the School of Humanities, like many other staff and generations of students, I always feel the affection between people being nurtured and nourished so that when someone mentions humanities, my heart is always filled with pride - HUMANISTS.

To me, the two words "Humanity" are truly precious and sacred. It is even more precious when I experience and understand the two words "Humanity". Nearly ten years ago, every April, the School Union organized to invite specialist doctors to periodically examine the staff of the School, it was a regular and periodic activity. At that time, I was only 35, the desire to study, the desire to contribute always urged me, there were days when I read books all night, working extra whenever possible. Those days of hard work and unscientific work accumulated, until when I held the results of the periodic examination in my hand, I was stunned and desperate when the doctor concluded that I had stage 2 chronic kidney failure. I felt even more sad and desperate when I learned more about the disease (chronic kidney failure, never cured, can only try to preserve and conserve a little more time). In the following days, I always learned as well as took care of myself through eating and resting. After 7 years of hard work, abstinence, preservation and conservation, but what had to happen had to happen, I was too tired, malnourished, and exhausted. When my husband took me to the hospital, the doctor concluded that I had stage 5 kidney failure and needed emergency dialysis. It was really hopeless, with 4 patients sharing one bed (thinking back, it was still horrible). Every time I had dialysis, I lost a lot of blood units due to blood clots. I looked emaciated like a soulless body. I posted a status: "Can't hold on, have to let go". At that time, friends, family, and colleagues encouraged me a lot. Among those words of encouragement, Mr. Hai, who was then the Deputy Head of the Training Department, said, "Letting go is letting go, you have to pull it up." Mr. Binh, from the Language Department, said, "Hold on tight, never let go." Looking at my emaciated husband, looking at my two young children, along with many words of encouragement from my family and teachers, I was reassured and determined to live. In the hospital, I met many people who were suffering more than me. All of those things urged me to fight the disease.
 

After more than 20 days in the hospital, with a hand bridge surgery, I was sent home to begin a new journey of PERIODIC BLOOD FILTRATION. Every other day, I was admitted to the hospital, lying motionless for 4 hours, unconscious. The most painful thing was that every time I was on duty, the nurse would stab 2 needles bigger than buffalo needles into my arm to take out blood for filtration and return it. The pain was excruciating, my arm was black and purple, but it was better to be in pain than to die. The School Board of Directors came to visit me at home to encourage and comfort me. I still remember that day, Ms. Oanh, Head of the Organization Department, President of the School Union, encouraged me and shared: "You should rest assured to get treatment to be healthy, health is the most precious thing, don't worry too much about work". Oh, at that time, I was really moved, that motivated me to strive to be healthy, the knot was opened. The Department Board also encouraged, comforted and created favorable conditions in terms of time so that I could focus on treatment. After just over a month back, I regained my balance and learned to accept the truth. What I admired most was the timely encouragement from the School Board, an extremely effective spiritual medicine. Immediately after that, I thought I would overcome, I would definitely overcome.
 

So it has been more than 3 years, besides the time for dialysis, I am still dedicated to the assigned work, always strive to complete the tasks, participate in the movement activities launched by the School Union, participate in research and teaching activities so that knowledge is not lost. Maybe, my skin is much darker, my body is much thinner, my arm with more than 1000 IV injections in the past 3 years, looks really scary with the lumps that have appeared on my toe totrijf and I never dare to wear short sleeves outside, even when it is very hot. But my soul, my self-respect, my gratitude for my relatives, friends, colleagues, family, and the School are always engraved and truly cherished. I also always remind myself, never to take advantage of the kindness of others, always cherish and want to be rewarded. Still taking care of my family, selling online to increase a little bit of hospital and medicine fees. Being able to live and work until today is a privilege that Humanities has given me. Leaders, teachers, colleagues and students still look at me and consider me as a normal member. I feel the affection of teachers and colleagues for me, the care, understanding and spiritual and material support of the school's leaders for me. Living and working for nearly 30 years in an environment full of humanity, I have witnessed a lot of love and sharing between colleagues and colleagues, between generations of teachers and students, between the school and the community, making me appreciate and always seek to spread those good humanistic values ​​in me, in the school and more broadly in society.

Today, in the warm atmosphere of Humanity, I would like to send to you, Teachers, my most sincere thanks. I wish the entire School to become stronger and more developed, especially that HUMANITY is always respected and nurtured. I wish you, Teachers, a charter season filled with joy and happiness.

                                                                        Hanoi, November 11, 2020