(Minghui.org) I'm 76 years old and a relatively new Falun Dafa practitioner.
Before I started practicing Falun Gong, I asthma, chronic bad cough, and insomnia. I had a coughing attack in March 2017, so my children took me to a hospital. After a week of treatment, I did not feel any better.
The hospital gave me another thorough examination and found a malignant tumor in my liver. The doctors didn't tell me about the diagnosis, but told my children, “Take your dad home, and let him eat whatever he wants (meaning that I would not last long). My children also kept it a secret from me. I was discharged from the hospital when my coughing became less severe.
My wife is 72 years old and also practices Dafa, as do our three daughters. They said to me: “Dad, please do the exercises with mom.”
Thus, I decided to get up at 3:30 a.m. to do the exercises with my wife. During the day, I copied Zhuan Falun, the main book of Dafa, with a brush. I also copied Master's (the founder of Dafa) other teachings in the evening. It took me over two months to copy the entire book of Zhuan Falun.
I started coughing again in October 2017. My elder son-in-law became worried and took me to the hospital. I was put on oxygen, and tubes and tapes were all over my body. My son-in-law took a photo of me and sent it to all my other children. Everybody rushed to the hospital, and the atmosphere was tense.
Doctors took an x-ray, and the result surprised all. I was asked, “Have you taken any folk medicine?” I told them I hadn't. They responded, “But, there is no longer a tumor in your liver!” Only then did I learn that I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor months earlier and that all my children rushed back home this time expecting to attend a funeral.
I knew that Master had purified my body and removed the tumor. Master extended my life!
Actually, my health should have improved, but it did not. Now, I know it was my lifestyle. I still followed my habits and notions after starting to practice Dafa. Each day, after I attended group Fa-study, I returned home and watched television. I was not a diligent cultivator.
My son, grandson and I went back to my hometown on the 2019 Chinese New Year's Day to pay respect to our ancestors. When I noticed a vacant space near our ancestors' graves, I thought, “I could be buried here after I die.” This thought was completely wrong and resulted in severe consequences.
I started to feel unwell in the evening of February 28 and thus did not get up to do the exercises in the early morning. My wife noticed that my breathing was odd and that I had become incontinent. She didn't panic and asked Master to help me. She called my name loudly until I woke up. My son-in-law called an ambulance. I was put into the intensive care unit for observation.
After I slept for 24 hours, I seemed to remember that my children had taken me to West Lake in Hangzhou. When I wondered what was going on, I became clear-headed. I was full of energy even though I hadn't eaten anything for a few days. I asked the doctors, “I'm not sick. Why do you keep me here? I want to go home! I don't want to be here any longer!”
When I made a big fuss, they didn't know what to do. My son-in-law fetched Doctor Wang, who was in charge of my case. He saw that I was well and transferred me to a general ward for further observation.
I was given another thorough exam and found to be in good shape. Even my hypertension was gone. I was discharged three days later.