After Twenty Months of Fighting with Death, I Survived
(Minghui.org) In 20 months, the tumor in my stomach grew so much that I looked like I was ten months pregnant. I could not eat or excrete and was extremely weak all the time. I was dying and was ready to leave this world. I tried to urinate for what I thought would be the last time and it was still as difficult as it normally was. After a few tries, suddenly a lot of thick liquid mixed with a jelly-like substance came out of me, and my stomach immediately flattened. My husband and my daughter were shocked but ecstatic nonetheless. Nothing but a miracle can explain this.
Persecuted Because of My Faith
When I started to practice Falun Dafa, an ancient spiritual and meditation discipline, in 1998, I was 30 years old. I benefited both physically and mentally from the practice and my life was full of joy. However, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) launched the persecution of Falun Dafa in July 1999. I decided to go to Beijing to appeal.
I went to Tiananmen Square with a fellow practitioner, only to be arrested and given one year in a forced labor camp. Over the next ten years, I tried my best to raise awareness about the persecution of our faith. I was arrested and incarcerated a few more times, for a total of seven years.
By the time I was released from a prison term at the beginning of 2019, my health had severely deteriorated. My family brought me to a cancer hospital to undergo a medical checkup and the doctor revealed that I needed immediate surgery to remove my tumor. However, I didn’t want to have the surgery. I said to my husband, “I am already very weak. I barely survived the medical check-ups. I don’t know if the surgery and chemotherapy would help me or cause more damage to my body.” He agreed. At that time my weight dropped from 60 kg to less than 50 kg.
With Fellow Practitioners' Help, I Resumed Practicing
I knew my body was abnormal and that my future path would be extremely difficult because I hadn't studied the Fa or done the five exercises for a very long time. I asked Master Li (the founder) to connect me with and get help from fellow practitioners. Master answered me.
A fellow practitioner contacted me and allowed me to live at her house where she organized group Fa-study sessions. We studied the Fa together and shared experiences. They encouraged me to look inward. I made some improvements during this time.
However, my tumor never stopped growing. It was very hard and sometimes made it difficult for me to sit down, especially when doing the sitting meditation. Sometimes, the pain was too overwhelming. Fellow practitioners always sent forth righteous thoughts for me. Because of the enormous pain, I often had tears mixed with sweat, but I never gave up. Gradually, one day, I didn't feel pain at all.
After I passed this ordeal, I felt more encouraged. Feeling as though I had bothered my fellow practitioners long enough, I thought that I had better go back to my own home.
Luckily, practitioner Li got in touch with me when I was desperate. She lives in the same residential area as me. We studied the Fa together and shared our understandings. With her help, I became more clear about my mission and about what I should do as a Fa-rectification period Dafa practitioner.
I memorized Zhuan Falun twice and finished reading all of Master's lectures. Whenever my condition allowed for it, I went out in public to spread the word about Falun Dafa and the persecution.
How the Miracle Happened
While I was diligently cultivating myself, my tumor kept on growing. In 20 months, it grew so big that I looked like I was 10 months pregnant. It was large and very hard and the pressure it caused on my excretory system made it very difficult for me to urinate or defecate.
I remember one night when my stomach, waist, and back were all in excruciating pain and made me numb. When I was on the verge of losing consciousness, I felt as if death was approaching me. All of a sudden, I snapped awake and I realized that it was evil luring me to give myself up. I immediately sat up and started to send forth righteous thoughts.
Nonetheless, my situation was only getting worse. I wasn't able to go to the bathroom for as long as ten to twenty days at a time. I also wasn't urinating properly. My family couldn't bear to see me suffer so they went to the hospital for a consultation. The doctor said surgery was the only way but they knew that I was too weak to undergo surgery.
I thought that since there was nothing I could do, I just stopped trying altogether. When I felt the urge to urinate, I would simply lie down and use my finger to feel along the edge of my tumor in order to find my bladder and squeeze it. Gradually, I didn't even have the strength to do so myself. Even with a family member's help, only a few drops could be squeezed out at a time. Moreover, I didn't have any bowel movements for two straight months. I also had symptoms of heart failure.
Finally, it felt as if all my organs were failing. I really believed that the end of my life had come.
Fellow practitioners still came to visit me, to study the Fa and to share their experiences with me. When we read this sentence in Zhuan Falun:
“There’s one thing we stress: if you can’t set aside those thoughts of yours, if you can’t set aside that health problem, then there’s nothing we can do and we can’t help you.” (Lecture One, Zhuan Falun, 2003 Translation Version)
A fellow practitioner asked me, “Is it that Master won't do anything or that he can't do anything?”
I cried and finally confessed something that I wasn't able to set aside all this time. “I have always been scared of death. I do not want to die. I have followed Master for 20 years and I am really not willing to give up this physical body.”
They also cried with me and comforted me, “When the physical body dies, it doesn't mean your soul dies as well. It only means that you are giving up this human body. Perhaps Master will offer you a better one later.”
After saying aloud the thoughts that were deeply buried inside of me, I felt better. I was ready to let go of everything.
I tried to urinate for what I thought would be the last time and then the miracle happened. A lot of thick liquid mixed with a jelly-like substance came out of my body and the tumor was gone. My husband, my daughter, and I all deeply appreciated Master, who saved my life.
Fellow practitioners heard what happened and came to see me. Instead of a dying woman, they saw me standing in front of them with a flat stomach. They were all amazed.
A month later, I still couldn't believe this miracle really happened to me. The 20 months of fighting with death will be in my memory forever.