PureInsight | June 9, 2003
[PureInsight.org] It had been a long time since I last saw Nancy at my clinic. According to my estimate, she should have finished the first and second phases of her chemotherapy. I thought to myself, "No news is good news. Nancy should be recovering now. Later on when her hair grows back, everything will be the same as before. This nightmare will be over."
Just when I thought she would be improving, Nancy showed up in my clinic. This visit was different from all of her previous ones, because she came in a wheelchair. Unlike the Nancy that I used to know who was tall, strong, and confident, she was now sitting in a wheelchair, looking as if she had shrunk by a third. I could barely recognize her. What shocked me the most was the fact that her eyes, ears, and nose were all oozing blood. She was bleeding from the seven apertures of her head, including her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Watery blood also oozed from her skin like drops of sweat. I had never seen this before. I immediately told her husband that it might be more appropriate to take her to the emergency room. Nancy immediately protested, saying in a weak but firm voice, "No! I can't go there anymore. If I go there again, I will never come out again…" There was blood in Nancy's tears. She had become extremely weak. She began to tell me, in a somewhat incoherent way, what had happened to her.
When she told me that these symptoms were the result of chemotherapy toxicity, I began to understand everything. During the normal course of chemotherapy, the dosage of each treatment is given according to the patient's response. A nurse accidentally gave her a dose that was so high that even half of it would have been too much. Before the administration of the drug, Nancy had an ominous feeling that she was going to die soon. Therefore, she told her husband that in case of any unforeseen event, he should bring her to her Chinese doctor for one last visit.
Right after the chemotherapy, Nancy fell into a coma with a high fever, followed by watery blood oozing out of her whole body and the loss of her hair and nails. She was resuscitated and regained consciousness. Her husband remembered her words and brought her to see me while she was still conscious. Her visit to my office took place two days after her chemotherapy.
She recounted to me her experience while being unconscious. "After receiving the drug, it seemed that my body had turned from fire to ice. "I was in hell, Doctor! Now I know exactly what the hell in The Bible is like. It was as if I had gone through all kinds of torture in hell. First I was torched by fire. I could even smell my torched skin. Next, I was dropped into an ice pit. I could hear my bones breaking apart one by one from each joint. After that I was again scorched on a hot iron plate…"
I became speechless and could not express my feelings.
"What can I do for you?" I asked finally.
Surprisingly, Nancy said, "Please teach me to do sitting meditation."
I was touched. It is so precious that a life, at such a difficult time, still has this wish. On the other hand, Nancy couldn't even sit up straight. So, I asked Nancy when she planned to start, and she replied, "Right away."
I was stupefied and the words slipped out of my mouth, "In order to prolong your life?"
"No. In order to truly experience peace, harmony, tranquility and to experience the realm of no struggle and no suffering before my life ends…"
Translated from: http://www.zhengjian.org/zj/articles/2003/5/25/21745.html
