<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Unseen Cast of Care]]></title><description><![CDATA[在“抗癌配角”项目中，我们记录那些癌症治疗中不被聚光灯照亮的同行者：陪护家属、病友、志愿者，以及安静的医护人员，展现他们的故事和声音。我们的目标是揭露社会问题，倡导变革，并促进社区参与。]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 01:01:04 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.unseencast.org/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Lives Will Go On]]></title><description><![CDATA[The couple from Poyang were sitting on a bench like many others outside the hospital that afternoon. The husband sat with the easy stillness of someone who had spent many hours waiting in hospitals. His wife sat beside him, wearing glasses and speaking only occasionally. She was sixty-three, a housewife from rural Poyang, and she had lung cancer. They looked less like “a cancer patient and her caregiver” than an ordinary couple from the Jiangxi countryside who had stopped to rest for a while....]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/lives-will-go-on</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6aa16ca1a7420cfacc4086f3</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2026 14:27:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_3004387db0c6422088a6891506041fd8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Smile Says Everything]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I first encountered the group at the Health Pavilion, they were not waiting for an interview. They were simply chatting. Several people sat scattered around the benches with their legs crossed, talking about hospital rooms, medication, treatment, and the ordinary inconveniences of being sick. At the center of the group was an elderly woman. She was seventy-four. She could not hear, and she could not speak. She tried to join the conversation several times, opening her mouth and producing...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/a-smile-says-everything</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a917e5d8739c58a868cb393</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2026 12:32:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_44761624c25647d19fecc29c05a5b59e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Take One Step at a Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[After supper, the hospital seemed to loosen its grip on everyone. The corridors were quieter. Patients who had spent the day going between examinations, infusions, scans, and consultations began drifting downstairs. Along the edge of the sidewalk, people sat wherever there was room, legs stretched out or crossed, talking to strangers as though they had known each other for years. Cancer was no longer a private subject. Someone would ask where you were from. Someone else would ask what you...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/take-one-step-at-a-time</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a917dc8e2003eee181c764a</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2026 12:24:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_7d3cb86a48b04982ae515dbb73e55cce~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Actually Hope They Make Money]]></title><description><![CDATA[I first saw Doctor Wang just as he was wheeling a patient back toward the inpatient department. He was still dressed for surgery: green scrubs, a matching surgical cap, and a mask covering most of his face. The scene looked like the end of an ordinary operation. A patient had been moved from the operating room, and the next part of the doctor's work was already waiting. Then he noticed me. He waved. A moment later, he pulled down his mask. I asked whether he had time for a few questions. He...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/still-in-green</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d816857642677cb7aadf</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:35:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_3bf757a73e6c49e7bb2b71d870fb3895~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_674,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[They Had Only Each Other]]></title><description><![CDATA[She was alone on her bed, rubbing her legs. Her lower legs were swollen so severely that the skin looked tight. She kept massaging them with both hands, working slowly from one place to another as though trying to ease some of the heaviness herself.  When she saw me knocking on the doors, she warmly welcomed me. Her accent was unmistakably northeastern—loud, direct, and warm, with the kind of frankness that made a stranger feel as though they had known her for years. I asked whether she was...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/they-had-only-each-other</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d6ae9f32d67d3e67b2a3</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:28:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_504214ecc4ea4ab28310a563523dec6a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Valor]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I first saw her outside the breast ward, I mistook her for a man. Her bold facial features instantly gave her masculine look. Her hair had fallen out once from chemotherapy, and baby hairs were growing on her smooth scalp. The effects of treatment had darkened the skin on her knuckles. She was dressed simply, sitting casually on her hospital bed with her phone in hand. There was no family member beside her and no one else in the room. Then she looked up and started talking. Within a few...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-valor</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d67e9f32d67d3e67b249</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:27:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_a13201556bca4b31829f17ea05bbf8a9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Surviving With Breast Cancer]]></title><description><![CDATA[She was walking slowly along the hospital floor, an IV drip hanging beside her as she made her daily rounds. She looked to be in her forties and was dressed casually, almost as though she had only stepped out for a walk near home rather than into the corridor of a cancer hospital. A nurse saw her and pulled her into a brief conversation, and before long she was telling me about the two weeks she had already spent in the hospital. She had undergone surgery about a week earlier. She had first...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/surviving-with-breast-cancer</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d6429f32d67d3e67b1e3</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:26:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_d4e4f7c78f2b4bf982f5a56defa7b4a0~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_893,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Only I Wasn't]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I first noticed the couple from Jishui, they looked like any other elderly couple from the Jiangxi countryside. The man sat on a bench outside the hospital, dressed simply in dark, practical clothes. Beside him sat his wife, equally plainly dressed. Neither of them was talking. Like so many other patients in the hospital grounds, he was looking down at his phone, scrolling quietly while his wife sat beside him. There was nothing immediately distinctive about them until we started...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/only-i-wasn-t</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d4dbeb967e907cc69191</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:25:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_e72456cae0ee48708b5f25db491e71dc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Water Tastes Sweet]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was a usual July-ish afternoon. When the sunshine grew tender and the hospital building cast shade on benches, patients came out. I met Professor Zhong again, who happened to be sharing the bench with a woman and a bag of X-ray films. The two on the same bench seemed to be from two worlds. Professor Zhong was still dressed in the same outfit as yesterday, with an unchangeable pair of white embroidered shoes. The woman next to her, however, sat barefoot, her feet tucked casually beneath...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/where-the-water-tastes-sweet</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d3087bc8a5afc3117545</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:13:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_ea729594a4044527a30e40ebf22fe7f4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Silent Bench]]></title><description><![CDATA[The bench outside the hospital was not particularly remarkable. It was simply one of the places where patients could sit for a while after treatment, away from the ward and the constant rhythm of examinations, injections, and hospital meals. That afternoon, a man was sitting there with his private caregiver. They were sitting next to each other, but they were not talking. The silence between them was not uncomfortable. It seemed more like the practical silence of two people who had already...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-silent-bench</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d18c9140882616ab1ba6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:06:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_0e0e79c82b674996acd015a11bf2c6eb~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Backpacker of Life]]></title><description><![CDATA[That afternoon, the Health Pavilion was noisier than usual. Built in a traditional Chinese style, with wooden beams and an open-air structure, it stood just outside the main hospital building. Several people sat scattered around, their heads lowered over their phones, scrolling through short videos. The pavilion seemed to offer a small pocket of distance from the hospital itself—a place where patients could sit without quite feeling like patients. Among them was an old man carrying a black...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/a-backpacker-of-life</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d11b7bc8a5afc31171b0</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:04:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_adba5f33b63e4f75ad438ae125e19b08~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Sound of Silence]]></title><description><![CDATA[Saturday afternoon was quiet, with few people rushing between examination rooms. The piano softly played, attracting some curious looks and some casual audience who simply sat down, glanced at the piano, and turned to scrolling. The faint noises from their phone rustled with the gentle melody. When I first saw Uncle Cheng, he was lying on one of the seats beside the booming piano. He had come down from the ward alone, apparently without any particular purpose. He was not enjoying the music,...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-sound-of-silence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86d076414e8ad27521920a</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:03:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_55f6fc66706a45f7b673b2a54e3bf9ab~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Breath of Fresh Air]]></title><description><![CDATA[By the time I met Fang and Pan, they had already spent enough time in the hospital to know its rhythm. They came down from the oncology ward together, leaving behind the enclosed air of the hospital room. Fang had suggested that Pan come downstairs for some fresh air. Another patient in their ward had tested positive for COVID-19, and staying in the room had become increasingly uncomfortable. For patients already dealing with serious illness, even something as ordinary as a change in the air...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/a-breath-of-fresh-air</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86cff1414e8ad2752190fc</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 10:00:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_fcb099a97ea24a4bb4842ae3441a5031~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Last Hours-2]]></title><description><![CDATA[As the days passed, the family began telling relatives about her condition. This was during the COVID-19 pandemic, when seeing a seriously ill relative could be extraordinarily difficult. For a long time, some family members had not been able to visit. Now, suddenly, there was a window. The hospice ward allowed family members to come. The pandemic situation in Guangxi happened to ease for a brief period. Travel restrictions were relaxed, and relatives were able to make the journey. So the...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-last-hours-pt-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86cfc7bab94dcb3530b25a</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 09:58:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_3734c477c89244e6975cd5f7984ad988~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Last Hours-1]]></title><description><![CDATA[The respiratory care department was quiet at midnight. Because the quarantine had just been lifted, few people were in the hospital. The only sound was the rhythmic, mechanical breathing made by the respirator.  When my aunt began telling me about her mother, she did not begin with the hospice ward. She began with a hospital corridor. Her mother had been diagnosed with advanced lung cancer during the COVID-19 pandemic.  After ten days of permitted stay, she was forced to make a decision about...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-last-hours-pt-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86ceacbab94dcb3530b009</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 09:57:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_3734c477c89244e6975cd5f7984ad988~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The End of the Corridor]]></title><description><![CDATA[Halfway through the conversation with Director Shi, a woman walked in, looking for Director Shi. She carried herself with an easy confidence, speaking in a bright voice that immediately filled the room with warmth. When she learned we had been discussing hospice care, she smiled and, without hesitation, joined our conversation. She had come to the hospital to care for her eighty-two-year-old father, who had recently been admitted to the hospice ward. She surprised me by asking about my own...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/at-the-end-of-the-corridor</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86cd9d414e8ad275218c0d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 09:52:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_dab4b9a38002476dab6d701874e046aa~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What Remains]]></title><description><![CDATA[Director He had warned me that Director Shi would be difficult to catch. "She's at a conference this morning," she said. "Come back around four." So I spent the afternoon wandering through the hospital again. Visitors came and went with bags of fruit and plastic folders stuffed with medical reports. Nurses changed shifts. The corridors seemed to breathe in slow, repetitive rhythms, as though the building itself had settled into another ordinary afternoon. At four o'clock, someone led me to...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/what-remains</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86cad5414e8ad27521862e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 09:40:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_42884fbe32574600afba59f3cf6eb4ff~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Weight Between Words]]></title><description><![CDATA[The consultation room was quieter than the corridors outside. Patients drifted past the half-open door with scan reports tucked under their arms. Nurses hurried between wards with clipboards and medication trays. Somewhere downstairs, the familiar piano floated faintly through the building, almost disappearing beneath the steady rhythm of footsteps. Director He apologized before we had even begun. "I'm not sure I can answer everything you're looking for," she laughed. "I might forget...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-weight-between-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86ca66bab94dcb3530a701</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 09:36:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_4847cf20e15841028107cc5e94a8af15~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Could Not Fall Asleep]]></title><description><![CDATA[In a crowded ward where families were moving in and out, a woman was sitting still on a narrow fold-out companion chair beside a hospital bed. Dressed in a lilac uniform, Aunt Luo seemed out of place. She wasn't really resting. Although her eyes were closed for a moment, every sound in the room seemed to pull her back awake. A nurse rolling a medication cart down the corridor. The soft beeping of an infusion pump. She opened her eyes almost immediately, instinctively checking whether her...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-woman-who-could-not-fall-asleep</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86c929fe0f2f04f8580891</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 09:31:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_ccceb691efeb4b14ad6c4c2a64b8778d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Waiting Between 21 Days]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I first noticed Uncle Zhang, he was sitting alone beneath the television in the waiting area beside the piano. He wore a faded baseball cap pulled low over his forehead. Around him, people drifted in and out of the lobby—families carrying lunch boxes, volunteers in red vests, nurses hurrying past—but he remained still, as though he had become part of the furniture after returning to this hospital too many times to count. He was sixty-seven, from Xinyu in Jiangxi. The cancer had followed...]]></description><link>https://www.unseencast.org/post/the-waiting-between-twenty-one-days</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a86c8b0414e8ad27521816a</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 09:29:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/528621_516f04cb2eb948edb5f59d8718d1512d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>2604558131</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>