(Minghui.org) I’m 70 and I live in the countryside. When my life was about to end in May 2025, I began practicing Falun Dafa.
I was a solider and gained some basic medical knowledge, so I treated patients. I began having stomach issues in 2020, and the intermittent acid reflux was very painful. Doctors said it was gastritis and prescribed some medicine. I had to avoid certain food such as leeks, cold drinks, and tea. It gradually became worse, and the pain started every morning. I stopped eating and lost weight.
I was examined at the city hospital and told I had late-stage stomach cancer. The doctor sent me to a hospital in the provincial capital. When the diagnosis was confirmed, my daughter and son wept. They did not want to tell me the whole story, but I overheard the doctor. I had three options: surgery followed by chemotherapy, chemotherapy followed by surgery, or radiation. Since I had some medical knowledge, I knew every option had long-term side effects. I would end up weak and bedridden.
A relative recommended a famous Chinese medicine doctor who’d treated many celebrities. He looked at the images and prescribed over 4,000 yuan worth of medications.
I said, “If these medications work, that would be best. But if they don’t—I have late-stage cancer, after all—what should I do?”
He said, “You’ve already tried Western medicine. If Chinese medicine does not work, you may have to beg Buddha for help.”
I was surprised by his answer. For years, my wife had practiced Falun Dafa, which is a meditation system in the Buddha school. I witnessed how her health improved. In fact, she never needed to take medicine or go to the hospital. My son began practicing with her when he was young, but he stopped after the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began to suppress the practice.
On the way home, I explained to my son that nothing I tried worked and said, “I think I should practice Falun Dafa with your mother. What do you think?” He agreed and set up a player so I could watch the recordings of Master’s lectures.
My wife and I watched the first lecture the following day. I dozed off while I watched the second lecture the next day. When my wife noticed the horizontal lines on my forehead had smoothed out (some people believe this is a sign that the person is about to die), she panicked and called my sister and my son. I woke up and assured her that I would be fine.
My son came, ready to take me to the hospital. I said, “No, I just came from the hospital. They cannot help me.”
My son replied, “All right. Then please focus on practicing Falun Dafa with Mother.”I agreed.
I continued watching Master’s lectures, and I also learned the exercises. When I did the first exercise, I smelled a very refreshing scent, so wonderful that I couldn’t describe it. The first time I did the fifth exercise, I was able to cross both legs in the full lotus position. I could sit that way for half an hour and it didn’t hurt. My wife said I had a predestined relationship with Dafa, and I agreed. At that age and in such poor health, I was able to start cultivating—wasn’t I fortunate?
The next morning when my wife and I watched the third lecture, I dozed off again. I saw a large hand gently massaging my stomach. This went on for over 10 minutes, and I felt very comfortable. I felt much better when I woke up. I told my wife and she said, “Master Li was eliminating the bad things. Please thank him for his compassion.” I nodded.
I was able to eat regular food again, but when I took the medicine, I vomited, so I stopped taking it. I liked to eat huo shao (baked wheat cake), but I had not tried it for five years due to my stomach problems. I ate huo shao for two months after I began practicing and I had no problems. My weight also returned to normal. I was very happy.
My acid reflux returned in late August. It was painful, even more painful than before—like a knife twisting inside me. But I was not worried, since I knew Master was cleansing my body. I kept studying the Fa teachings and doing the exercises as usual. This went on for about a month, which made it difficult to eat. I became thin and very weak, so I lay in bed. But I wasn’t worried, and I listened to the recordings of Master’s lectures.
My children were frightened and wanted to take me to the hospital, but I said I wouldn’t go. My son said, “Dad, you have two choices: we either go to hospital, or you can continued practicing Falun Dafa—but you cannot slack off.”
I replied, “The hospital offers no hope. I will practice Falun Dafa. You are right, I do need to do the exercises.” So I got out of bed and did the exercises.
After a few days, I vomited again and noticed black blood. I also vomited something solid, like rotten meat. This went on for three days. After the vomiting ended, I felt very comfortable.
I was able to eat again. In fact, I was able to eat anything: fruit, cold drinks, and tea. I gained more than 10 pounds. I am very grateful to Master Li. About eight people in our village also had stomach cancer. They spent lots of money but died anyway. I am so lucky!
I can now help out with the household chores. Seeing how I recovered, my neighbors and relatives were impressed, and they are interested in practicing Falun Dafa. During a family reunion, my sister talked about my recovery and was moved to tears. “Falun Dafa is indeed great!” she said.
I used to be bald, but the hair on my head has begun to grow back, and l look much younger. In honor of Falun Dafa Day, May 13, I’m very happy to write down my story and share it with everyone. Please consider practicing Falun Dafa. Falun Dafa is great!
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