(Minghui.org) I am grateful to Master and Dafa for saving my husband. I would like to tell you about my his miraculous recovery.
My husband is 55 years old. He drank with every meal, including breakfast, lunch and in the evening. He sometimes drank late at night while watching TV. He cursed and threw things when he was drunk. When he was sober he was a good man. Despite my constant advice to drink less and occasional encouragement to practice Falun Dafa, he could not give up his addiction to alcohol. He said, “I know Dafa is good. I’ll just be a good person and follow the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.”
Around July or August in 2021, my husband was diagnosed with cirrhosis which caused abnormal buildup of fluid in his abdomen. He started seeking medical treatment, and in April 2022, was hospitalized four times. Each time, doctors just drained the fluid in his abdomen before releasing him. Over time his condition worsened, and he began to suffer severe neurological impairment due to toxin buildup in his blood. I heard about a small private clinic in the city that produced excellent treatment outcomes through acupuncture. The day my husband was discharged from hospital for the fourth time, I asked my daughter and her boyfriend to drive us there. When she saw how severe my husband’s condition was, the doctor told us she could perform the acupuncture, but she felt there was little hope. We drove my husband back to the clinic the following day to continue the acupuncture therapy, though his condition saw little improvement.
My oldest niece and nephew came to visit after hearing how ill my husband was. After hearing about our recent acupuncture trips, both voiced concern that this frequent travel would further strain his health. They suggested staying at a small hotel near the clinic for the duration of the treatment. However, I could not care for my physically weakened, and mentally confused husband alone. During his latest hospital stay, I relied on a family member of another patient in the same ward for help. After that patient was discharged, I had to care for my husband alone. I was constantly busy, unable to even find the time to drink water. My husband refused to use the toilet, and relieved himself on the floor because he thought the floor was the toilet. His clothes were covered in excrement. I wept in frustration as I washed his soiled clothes multiple times a day. After hearing about my experience, my oldest nephew decided to help me care for my husband.
The Difficult Road to Getting Medical Aid
On the third day, my husband’s cousin agreed to drive us to the city, where we would rent a hotel and continue with my husband’s acupuncture treatment. However, urgent matters delayed the cousin, so we were only able to set off after 10 a.m.
While stuck in a traffic jam on the highway, my niece, who lived closer to the city, told us about the city-wide lockdown that had been implemented an hour earlier due to a COVID-19 outbreak.
We decided to turn back and head to the provincial capital. My nephew got out to check and found we were in the lane which allowed us to turn around. Had we journeyed another ten meters ahead, we would have been diverted to another road without any option to turn back.
Relieved, we turned the car around. I asked my brother to call for an ambulance to transport my husband to the provincial capital hospital which was further away.
Receiving Two Critical Condition Notices
After spending two days in hospital, my husband was more lucid. His condition improved, and he was able to sit up and eat by himself. He could even walk around with some support. I was able to manage on my own after 10 days, so we sent my nephew home. My husband eventually regained enough strength to slowly walk around on his own, even though his belly was still distended.
One evening, around 7 or 8 p.m., my husband started complaining of abdominal pain. I approached the on-call doctor, who instructed a nurse to administer a painkiller injection. But the pain only worsened. The on-call doctor performed another examination and diagnosed my husband with a stomach infection and bowel paralysis. His blood pressure was below 60, so hospital staff immediately put him on an IV drip and issued a critical condition notice. The hospital issued a second critical condition notice around 10 p.m., and the doctor advised me to contact my family.
At that time, pandemic lockdown requirements meant residents had to clear a nucleic acid test before they could travel anywhere. None of the testing sites were open that late at night. Even if our family members could get tested, they would still have to wait for the results before receiving clearance to travel. Since no one in our family could come within a reasonable timeframe, I did not contact anyone. The doctor later advised me, “You should transfer the patient to another hospital. We don’t have the expertise to treat this kind of infection.” When I replied, “I don’t know which hospital to go to. Can you give me some advice?” the doctor recommended a reputable specialist hospital.
I returned to the ward and told my husband, “We can only ask Master to save you. The doctors are at their wits end.” We asked Master to save my husband. He pulled through that night. The following morning, I sought advice from the newly arrived physician and asked for a second opinion. He also advised us to transfer to another hospital, and I sought his help to arrange for an ambulance to transfer my husband.
Treatment at a Specialized Hospital
After we arrived at the specialized hospital, my husband was assessed at the emergency ward and admitted. An attending physician rushed to drain the fluid from his abdomen before ordering an IV drip. My husband’s abdominal pain decreased the following day.
That evening, the doctor cautioned me that although they would try their best, my husband’s condition was severe. He advised me to mentally prepare myself and gave me the option of stopping treatment to avoid further financial loss. I told the doctor, as long as my husband remained alive, I would choose to continue treatment.
A few days later, the doctor called me to his office and told me my husband’s liver was so severely damaged, there were limited options for further treatment. He suggested a liver transplant. Because the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) harvests organs from imprisoned Falun Dafa practitioners, I immediately refused, citing high transplant costs. I told the doctor, “Apart from a liver transplant, any other treatment is acceptable. We will let fate decide the outcome.”
Back in the ward, I relayed the doctor’s words to my husband and also told him how organs were forcibly obtained from Falun Dafa practitioners in China. I told him, “If your illness is incurable, you will go to a good place if you die because you are kind. If you receive a transplant, you might live for a few more years if the surgery succeeds, or a few more days if the surgery fails. Either way, you may end up in hell because a Falun Gong practitioner was killed so you could get their organ.” My husband replied, “I refuse to receive a liver transplant. I won’t harm someone else just to live a few more years.”
My husband’s mental state began to improve. His weekly blood tests and ultrasound scans indicated his liver recovered remarkably well.
Doctors wanted to perform a gastroscopy on my husband, as over 99% of people with liver cirrhosis suffered from dilated liver veins that could rupture. Consuming food could cause an increase in blood pressure and rupture the blood vessels, causing potentially fatal massive bleeding. The anesthesiologist was hesitant to administer anesthesia as my husband’s blood pressure was very low, so he underwent the gastroscopy without sedation.
Fortunately, he experienced no pain from the procedure. When the results came back, the doctor told his assistant, “Most people with this condition have gastroesophageal complications, but he [my husband] doesn’t.” This boosted the doctor’s confidence in achieving a good outcome.
A month later, the abnormal buildup of fluid in my husband’s abdomen decreased. When we asked to discharge him from hospital, his doctor agreed, saying there was no need for him to stay on any longer. The doctor advised us to continue administering protein infusions, and prescribed some oral medication and let us go home.
Steady Recovery
My husband’s health continued to improve after he was discharged. During a follow-up visit at our local hospital, the doctor was astonished, “Based on his previous medical records, he’s made a truly remarkable recovery. His liver recovered well!” It has been two years since then, and my husband’s test results remain normal. He even gained back the weight he lost.
A fellow patient staying in the same ward as my husband suffered massive bleeding from a ruptured gastric vein and died shortly after he was discharged from hospital. Later, I heard about two other patients, one older and one younger (37 years old), who both died after suffering the same illness as my husband. I told my husband, “Those older and younger than you died, but you’re fine. Because you know Falun Dafa is good and showed compassion at the crucial moment, Master protected you.” My husband agreed.
Whenever friends called to inquire about his health, my husband would say, “Master protected me. I’m fine now. Fortunately, I didn’t enter the city before the lockdown. I would have been turned away at the clinics which were forced to close. Even if clinics were allowed to continue operating, the acupuncture treatment would not have helped. Unable to leave the city to seek further medical treatment, I could have died.”
While chatting with his brothers, my husband explained to them how reciting “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” blessed and protected him from losing his life.
My husband carries a Falun Dafa amulet with him wherever he goes. One day he asked me for another, saying he lost his. The next day, he found his lost amulet while walking on his usual route and he returned the new amulet to me, saying I should pass this blessing to someone else.
Conclusion
If my husband’s cousin had not delayed our journey, we would have reached the city as originally intended, only to be stuck in the lockdown without medical aid (the clinic we intended to seek treatment from was forced to close due to the pandemic). Or we could have encountered a traffic jam, leaving us unable to turn around. Master interceded and arranged for our smooth journey to the provincial capital hospital. Words cannot express my gratitude to Master! My husband continues to remain in good health and our family thanks compassionate Master.
By telling our story, I hope more people will stop believing in the CCP’s false propaganda and learn the truth about Falun Dafa and practitioners. Those who believe “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” will receive Dafa’s protection and blessings. As humanity faces increasing peril from natural disasters and man-made calamities, I hope more people can accept the truth and be saved from danger.
