Cured of Late Stage Pancreatic Cancer

(Minghui.org) I began practicing Falun Gong (also known as Falun Dafa) in late 1998, around the same time I started experiencing severe abdominal pain. I consulted our local hospital but was informed that nothing was amiss. However, I continued to experience troubling episodes of pain.

I described my situation to a close colleague, who advised me, “You should practice Falun Gong! Falun Gong can heal you.” I mulled over the idea.

Some of my family members were Falun Gong practitioners, including my parents and my sisters-in-law. I decided to give it a shot and returned to my parents’ home the following day. My mother lent me a set of videos of Master Li Hongzhi’s lectures, and after listening to all nine of them, the pain in my abdomen miraculously disappeared.

After leaving my parents and returning home, I located a practice site in a nearby park and began learning the exercise movements. In 1999, however, we were suddenly barred from practicing at the park. We were informed that this was a government directive. Having just started practicing, my faith and understanding of Dafa remained shallow, so I decided to temporarily stop practicing Falun Gong, reassuring myself that I could always pick it up again.

Eighteen years later, during the winter of 2016, I was working at a restaurant when I began experiencing prolonged stomachaches. I ignored the pain, until it started worsening days later. Finally, I submitted my resignation to my employer and stayed home to recuperate. Despite resting at home for more than a month, my stomachache continued to worsen and I began losing weight. My sisters received news of my situation and advised me to visit the county hospital. Doctors there confirmed the severity of my condition and advised me to visit the larger provincial hospital.

After a series of tests, doctors told me they suspected pancreatic cancer. My daughter and her husband were informed of my condition and both rushed to see me. I was admitted to the hospital, and doctors started running a battery of tests. Within three days, I developed a whole host of new symptoms. My complexion and eyes began to turn yellow, I started experiencing severe fatigue, nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. I began to lose weight, and a hard lump developed in my abdominal area. These were all signs of pancreatic cancer!

Doctors made arrangements to operate on me in five days. They warned us of the risks and informed my family that this surgery would be a major undertaking requiring more than ten hours. One of my brothers, my sisters, and my husband decided to pool their savings and proceed with the operation.

After the persecution of Falun Gong started on 20 July 1999, many of my relatives stopped practicing. Only my eldest brother, his wife, and my mother continued to cultivate.

At this point, my eldest brother pulled me aside and asked me for my thoughts about practicing Falun Gong again. I replied that I planned to resume Falun Gong cultivation after my surgery. He then counseled me, “If you truly wish to return to cultivation, then you should not proceed with this surgery. Only Master can cure you completely. Come home with me and study the Fa! You will experience a huge boost in cultivation levels if you can overcome this tribulation.” His words triggered my recollection of Master’s teachings and inspired my righteous thoughts. I told my brother that I would go home with him to study the Fa. I decided not to proceed with the surgery and instead entrust everything to Master’s arrangements for me.

When I told the rest of my family of my decision, they immediately objected, “Do you know how serious your illness is? You must proceed with the surgery!” Some of them inferred that my eldest brother had influenced my decision, and they began to take him to task: “We will hold you responsible if anything happens to her!” My eldest brother remained silent. I told my family, “Stop blaming my brother. This is my decision. There is nothing you can help me with in the interim. I suggest you all return home.”

Before my eldest brother left, I told him that I definitely would travel to his home later in the day. In return, he told me to sincerely recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” After my family had left, my doctor announced that he wanted to give me my medication. I convinced him to let me use the washroom first. I slowly made my way to the washroom, reciting, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” over and over.

While the doctor was setting up the infusion equipment, the tube of medicine broke and the drug leaked out. I recognized this was a sign from Master, which fueled my determination to leave the hospital. But to do that, I had to convince my husband and daughter. I called my husband over and told him, “I cannot go through with this surgery.” He replied, “I am willing to spend any amount to see you cured.” I told him, “It's not just a matter of cost. You know how fatal this disease is. Normal treatments will not save my life! Falun Dafa’s Master, on the other hand, can save me. I want to return home to practice.”

On seeing his skepticism, I continued, “Give me two months and I’ll show you a full recovery.” Swayed by my firm conviction, my husband agreed and commented, “If such a thing is possible, then it will be a miracle!” I then called my daughter over and told her, “I really can’t stay here. We have more than five days before the surgery is scheduled. I want to stay outside the confines of the hospital.” My daughter agreed, on the condition that she be allowed to stay with me to monitor my condition.

While waiting for our transport, I started vomiting non-stop. However, my nausea stopped the minute I set foot in the car, and my improved condition lasted the entire 120-kilometer journey to my brother's home. There, my sister-in-law prepared noodles for us to eat. I managed to eat half a bowl with no issues.

At my brother's home, I would practice the exercises in the wee hours of the morning, before moving on to studying the lectures. Afternoons were spent distributing Falun Dafa calendars to nearby homes, while evenings were spent studying Zhuan Falun with my brother and sister-in-law. I started to improve and my symptoms vanished. Within 20 days, I had gained back the weight and health I had lost!

This miracle prompted my eldest sister, her husband, my youngest sister, and my second brother’s wife to pick up Falun Dafa cultivation practice again.

My recovery convinced my husband's family of the goodness of Dafa and they all quit the Chinese Communist Party. My husband and daughter became very supportive of my cultivation. Whenever people inquire about my condition, he tells them, “Falun Gong cured my wife. Falun Gong is amazing and extraordinary!”