From a Hopeless Cancer Patient to a Healthy Falun Gong Practitioner

It is a great honour for me to be able to share my cultivation experience with everyone here today. It also provides me with an opportunity to accomplish my long-time wish. I regained my life after beginning cultivation in Dafa. I’d like to share my past experience so that we can have some discussion about it. Please kindly correct me if there is anything inappropriate.

At this same time of year in 1998, my worry-free, happy life ended. My father’s death broke me apart since I was his favourite child and he cherished me as much as he could. I hadn’t yet recovered from my extreme sadness when a fight over inheritance started. The situation reminded me of an old saying: “Love exists when people are alive and love goes away as people die.” After my father’s death, I fully understood that old saying. Under such merciless stress, one day, I thought hopelessly, “Daddy, what can I do? I want to die. Please come and take me to your place.” All of a sudden, I heard my father’s voice telling me to be as tolerant as possible. Tears came out of my eyes. “Tolerance, how difficult it is!”

As I was deciding to be strong and face reality, more bad news came into my life. I suddenly discovered I had a lot of blood in my urine. One exam after another, I suffered badly both mentally and physically. Finally, my doctor told me that I had kidney cancer. My left kidney had normal functionality, but there was a 0.9 cm cancer cell mass. My right kidney had shrunk and didn’t have any normal function, with some indications of becoming cancerous too. I was shocked to death. As I was lying on my bed, what came to my mind was this: “Maybe the universe doesn’t want me anymore, maybe it wants me to die.” Although I was treated with surgery, I just couldn’t recover. I spent most of my time in bed every day, and getting over the illness became my biggest chore. My husband helped me with meals and we hired a woman to clean our home. I even begged my husband, “Please marry again after I am gone. But please be very nice to my two daughters. I will give you everything I have as long as you treat my children kindly.” At that moment, I realized how helpless a person could be and how hopeless a mother was without being able to take care of her kids. On the other hand, I decided not to seek any further follow-up examinations or treatment. I knew that my health was taking a turn for the worse. More examinations would do nothing but cause me more pain. So I simply continued to take traditional Chinese medicine.

Time passed by like this day after day, and on September 21, 1999, I went through the great earthquake in Taiwan. The earth shook like crazy and no one could stand still at that moment. I crawled out of my home. Many of our neighbours belongings broke into pieces, and even the roofs of the houses cracked. But our house was surprisingly undamaged, even tables and chairs were unmoved. The only thing that was broken was the jar that I used to boil my Chinese medicine! It seemed like Teacher Li was hinting that the medicine could not cure me! Still, at that time, I didn’t understand. Just as the old saying goes; “If you are not sick, you can always find fake medicines. If you are really sick, you might not be able to find any real medicine.”

I also spent lots of money on Qigong treatments. I begged and accepted all sorts of abuse just because I was afraid that the Qigong master would not help me if he were not pleased.

At the beginning of the year 2000, the immigration petition we had applied for 10 years previously was approved. I wanted to give my children a free and relaxed learning environment, and going to America was the only thing that I could arrange for them. Therefore, with my poor health situation, we came to the United States in November. I wanted to live as long as possible without burdening my family members. My husband insisted on taking me to a hospital for an exam, but I refused. He said to me, “Please try to live for 10 more years so that our youngest daughter will be in high school.” I replied, “Nonsense! Even if I did have a choice, why would I want to leave her alone?” It was January 2001. My husband started to search hard on the Internet. He collected a long list of various Qigong groups. Finally, he selected Falun Gong. I quickly contacted an assistant at our local practice site. To my great surprise, he came to teach me the exercises immediately. He also helped me record the music for the exercises and lent me the book Zhuan Falun without asking for a penny. In order to express my sincere gratitude, I gave him a small box of candy as a gift, but he politely declined even that. He told me that I didn’t have to thank him. He would be happy for me as long as I practiced Dafa seriously and got well quickly. My frozen heart felt warm again.

So I obtained Dafa. When I read what Teacher Li wrote in Lecture Four of Zhuan Falun, “There is another principle in this universe: You have suffered a lot, the karma in your body will be transformed. Because you have suffered, however much you have endured will all be transformed into an equal amount of virtue.”, my heart that was unsettled for so long suddenly felt at ease and was filled with peace, and I felt as joyful as one who just drank some pure, sweet spring water. I could endure all that suffering without any complaint.

Thus, I realized that I had my own tribulations and I must endure them. On that day, I told Teacher in my heart that I would not cry for any tribulation from now on. I truly did it. I was sure that Teacher Li was supporting me because before I had started practicing Falun Gong, I always felt very vulnerable and cried a lot.

When I had to make a trip back to Taiwan to take care of some matters, I couldn’t wait to see my mother. When I hurried to her place, my Mom dared not to believe it when she saw me. To her, I was like a totally different person. She became faithful to Dafa and started to practice herself. My mother was also a kidney cancer patient and had her left kidney removed just one year after I had the same surgery. She is now quite healthy after one year’s cultivation. My two daughters saw their Mom become capable of running and dancing, so different than just lying on the bed all the time as before. They began to practice Dafa without saying a word. To our surprise, my little daughter’s asthma and skin allergies disappeared without any treatment.

Now I can tell everyone that I am a happy practitioner. I will remember this forever: One test, one tribulation, one level up. Knowing Fa, one can pass any tribulation. Cultivating Dafa, synchronising with the nature of the universe, and returning to one’s true self are the happiest things that one can do in one’s life. I believe that some day when I recall all of these events, I probably will have some new insights. That means that I have made progress again. I want to thank Teacher for his kindness in spreading this Fa. Thanks to my fellow practitioners for all the help they offered me when I had difficulties.

Translated from:
http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2002/7/30/16923.html