What kind of experience is it that mom is too superstitious?

The experience is that I cried with anger and was very desperate. The origin of the matter is that my grandfather has dermatomyositis, which is a chronic disease. It can be cured in 3 years. If left untreated, it will be life-threatening. My aunt is a big fan of MLM health care, and she won't go to the hospital for treatment. She said that the medicine in the hospital killed people and she could only eat her health care products, so the whole family believed it.

My grandfather didn't go to the hospital, and his condition became more and more serious. Eating a lot of health products every day has no effect. Recently, my body began to swell, and my whole body became swollen, black and shiny, and I felt like I was about to explode. There were so many people in the family that none of them wanted to go to the hospital, so they contacted a big fairy. When I came back, my mother said to me, "Everyone can be accurate. If you refuse to accept it, just tell me when your grandfather got sick. "

Daxian said that my grandfather was suffering from deficiency, possessed by ghosts and gods, not a real disease. I got a kind of water I don't know, so I can drink it back. After coming back and drinking, the swelling really disappeared, and our family began to believe it. I said, why don't you go to the hospital? He just got something to get rid of the edema and scared you. The disease has not been cured. What should I do if I eat badly? Can we believe in science and not be so superstitious?

My mother said, "If you don't believe it, you won't believe it. Just say so much, I will believe it. " My dad said, "The hospital can't cure it. When people were cured, we saw this with our own eyes. " Speaking of which, I was desperate, and I cried with anger. Fortunately, a relative who studied medicine persuaded me and finally let my grandfather receive professional treatment in the hospital.

I also envy those young ladies and parents. They are just like friends, talking about our lives, what kind of boys they like, and voicing the beautiful things around them. I wish my parents would stop sticking to these superstitions.