Thein Pe Myint - 34 years old couple

The small and small, the small and small, the strange, the strange. Not a step away. Which way is faster? I'll follow the royal line and find it.

Before the end of the path, I will hide all the way, I will search for this flower. I will hide with the golden light, I will call you from this hill. I will lean on your shoulder and hug you.

In the middle of the forest, around Nadian, I'm looking for you, I can't stop looking. I'll find you soon, my beautiful May Khaing, I'll find flowers on the way back to Pyidaw.

The forest at the foot of the mountain is full of small trees, and the stream is full of golden flowers.

The bird's song is sweet, but the bird's song is sweet. Tit-tat, Nu-ta-ke, Don't be sad, Don't be sad, Don't be sad, Po Shwe Khaung, The bird's cry, Don't be sad

The sound of Myaing Hta music I heard while walking down the hallway in the morning.

The lyrics are beautiful and joyful.

The singer, Ko Aung Gyi, has a clear and cool voice.

The sound of Myanmar's air is also beautiful and clear.

This year, the rainy season has arrived early, and the entire sky is covered with thick clouds.

I wanted to go outside for a walk, but the overcast sky prevented me from going outside. Instead, I was walking on the porch of my house after doing some physical exercise.

The radio wasn't coming from our house. It was coming from the block of flats where the couple lived.

Although I was enjoying the sound of Ko Aung Kyi's song, I was surprised by that sound. How could I not be surprised? The house of the Mahlari family was already a house of people.

Friends who have read my article "A Silver Jubilee Celebration" may remember it. Our house and the house where Mahla Yi and his wife live are in the same neighborhood, separated only by a small lawn. A small, delicate row of flowers and trees stands like a curtain between their house and ours.

At home, Mahla Yi's husband, Ko Aye Maung, has been ill and bedridden for almost two months. Their radio has been silent for just as long.

In the past, they always had the radio on at home, sometimes very loud, sometimes very quiet. When it was too loud, it bothered me, so I would shout and tell them to turn it down. But it was impossible to tell them to turn it down completely. When Mahla Ri had been with us for 20 years, I had given her the radio as a gift.

Mahla Yi is addicted to the radio. Before we gave her a radio, she listened to our radio the most. When we got a special one for them, she listened to it the most. Mahla Yi turned on the radio while cooking, washing clothes, ironing, eating, resting, and taking a nap in the afternoon. It was not that she listened attentively. It was that she listened to the radio. Mahla Yi also kept time with the Myanmar Voice. Mahla Yi did not go out much except to go to the market. She was not literate. Therefore, when she listened to the Myanmar Voice, whether she listened attentively, or casually, or while she was sleeping, at some point or another, some news, some knowledge, some music, etc. penetrated Mahla Yi’s heart.

Just like Ma Hla Yi, Ko Aye Maung is also addicted to the radio. He is a literate person, so he reads newspapers and novels. (But he is not interested in Buddhism.) When he was young, he was fond of playing musical instruments. He used to sing and play great songs. When he grew up, he loved to listen to music, singing, and playing musical instruments. However, this should not be considered the only reason why Ko Aye Maung listens to the Myanmar voice. Ko Aye Maung is an office clerk. He often gets drunk when he comes home from the office. He is not drunk because he is tired from work. He is drunk because of the liquor. If he is just listening to the Myanmar voice, he will enjoy it. Then the radio sound is just enough. When he is too busy, he cannot control himself, and if he is angry, the radio sound will also be louder. I don’t know if he turned the volume knob to cover the anger with the radio.

Now it's different from before. Ko Aye Maung can't drink water, even if he's just a little under the mark, or even over the mark. He's lying in bed with a hangover. It's been a long time since the radio from their house, whether it's a whisper or a loud sound, has come on.

Now the radio is coming from their house again. Not too loud, Pitha Kyi Mya Yoon.

Did Ko Aye Maung ask me to turn it on, or did Mahla Yi turn it on? Either way... When the radio came on from their house, I was happy. My hopes rose.

It seems that Ko Aye Maung turned on the radio because he was recovering from his illness. That's why my hopes are high.

Ko Aye Maung's illness is a hopeless one for many people. He becomes more and more exhausted day by day. He loses his appetite day by day. He becomes thinner day by day. But his stomach swells day by day. His stomach is bloated with a big lump.

“Look at this mountain, you can see it from afar.” He had been a heavy drinker all his life. By his own admission, he started drinking when he was 13 or 14 years old.

He is now 64 years old, so his drinking life is approaching its golden jubilee. What could be the disease of such a heavy drinker? Liver cirrhosis, liver failure

It could be a disease that causes inflammation, damage to the internal organs such as the stomach, small intestine, and spleen.

I had predicted, as many people have predicted, that this kind of disease is common among drunkards like him. I had warned him, too. But I was sure.

I called two doctors. Both of them decided that it was liver cancer. There was no detailed distinction as to whether it was just liver cancer, or whether it had spread to the spleen, stomach, small intestine, etc. One thing was certain. This was a disease that doctors had to let go of.

The first doctor I called was Dr. Lamech, the author of the introduction to my novel The Devil of the Age. He had so many degrees—MA, MB, CH, AFRC, LRC, etc.—that my children asked me if there were any more medical degrees left in the world. He had been my friend for almost 40 years. He was 74 years old.

After examining the patient, Dr. Lamech whispered to me.

"Hey... man, there's nothing we can do about this. As long as the patient is satisfied, we'll give them some medicine."

Dr. Lamech, I don't know if it's vitamin B complex or not. He gave me an injection. And then he gave me two bottles of medicine to give to the budding doctors or the student doctors.

It was given.

I am Dr. Lamech.

“I want to be treated by a Burmese doctor”

“Don’t do it, don’t do it, they won’t be able to do anything. Burmese medicine is only as good as leeches, goose medicine, and tongue scrub, and I’m using those too. But what power do they have for such a serious disease, what medicine do they have?”

I didn't say anything. He was like my teacher. And the elders had their own opinions, and I had mine. It was no use arguing with each other.

A student doctor was asked to inject a child with the medicine that Dr. Lamarck had given him, and he said that after giving the injection, he would only be sick for two days.

Another doctor I called was Dr. Ba Thein. Actually, I didn’t call him myself. A neighbor called him voluntarily, and I showed him to the patient. He is not only a renowned TB doctor, but also a government-appointed member of the Myanmar Traditional Medicine Council because he believes in and studies traditional medicine. He is 66 years old.

When Dr. Ba Thein was called, I had already handed the patient over to the venerable Thein Phyu Sayadaw. The Sayadaw had already given him medicine, and I was already taking care of the patient according to the Sayadaw's instructions. I explained everything to Dr. Ba Thein. I also showed Dr. Ba Thein the patient's registration card issued by the clinic of Thein Phyu Sayadaw.

After examining the patient, Dr. Ba Thein told everyone in front of him, “Given the condition of the patient, it would be appropriate to treat him according to the instructions of the Thein Phyu Sayadaw. It would be appropriate to use Ayurvedic treatment.”

Dr. Ba Thein gave the patient two stimulants and then left. I followed him to his car and he got in...

“U Thein Pe Myint, we consider this type of disease a lost case. Try it the way I did. I want to succeed.”

I wrote somewhere above that “Ko Aye Maung’s illness is one that many people have no hope for.” Indeed, there is no hope for many people. But the three of us have hope. We are treating him with hope.

Those three were Mahla Yi, myself, and the venerable Thein Phyu Sayadaw, Ashin Nagasena.

The one who takes care of the mother day and night without complaining.

I am the one who administers medicine under the instructions of Thein Phyu Sayadaw.

Thein Phyu Sayadaw is an Ayurvedic physician who is passionate about treating diseases and is passionate about saving lives.

We have hope.

There are many reasons why I have hope. The biggest reason is that I have hope because of Mahla Yi's hope. In other words, Mahla Yi's hope creates hope in me.

Ko Aye Maung is not a person to be trusted. In my 28 years of experience with him, he is a person who has no hope.

The main and supporting characters I presented in “A Silver Jubilee” are me, my wife Khin Kyi Kyi, my eldest son Hin Tha, my middle son Arthur, my youngest son Khun Tha, my only daughter Kyi Tha, my housekeeper Mahla Yi, her husband Ko Aye Maung, and our pet dog Maung Zin Bo.

Therefore, friends who have read “One Silver Anniversary” will know a lot about Ko Aye Maung. However, “One Silver Anniversary” is not a book about Ko Aye Maung and Ma Hla Yi. It is a book about the married life of my wife Khin Kyi Kyi and I. Ko Maung and Ma Hla Yi were the main characters. This book is about Ko Aye Maung and Ma Hla Yi. Ko Aye Maung is an office clerk and Ma Hla Yi is a housekeeper. Ko Aye Maung does his office work “as much as you want” and drinks too much alcohol. Ma Hla Yi works hard at home and patiently takes care of her drunken husband. If you read “One Silver Anniversary”, you will remember this roughly.

In this book, we will learn more about the lives of Ko Aye Maung and Mahla Yi through their described qualities and personalities. We will also learn more about Ko Aye Maung's addiction to alcohol and the inevitable alcoholism that eventually led to his death.

Now, his addiction is like "one day gold, one day silver." As expectations rise, so do expectations.

My hopes were raised by the sound of Ko Aengyi's Myaing Hta song that I heard from the beginning of my journey. I wanted to go and see the patient immediately. But

But I kept walking and waited until I finished other health exercises.

When the health exercises were over, the radio in Ko Aye Maung's house was already off. I don't know when they turned it off. I was so busy with my own exercises that I didn't notice.