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As a lymphatic cancer patient I have experienced indescribable suffering over the past five years. However, something has happened to me recently--something amazing that I will never be able to understand

In July 2000, while I was undergoing a routine abdominal ultrasound, the doctor found a tumor in my spleen. I was immediately sent to the operating room, where it was discovered that I had diffuse large cell lymphoma. My whole spleen was removed. Six sessions of chemotherapy followed, after which the treatment process temporarily came to an end.

In June 2002, a PET scan spotted a para-aortic LN in my abdominal cavity. My lymphatic cancer had relapsed (a CT guide biopsy later confirmed this) and this time, the tumor was situated near a main artery. For this reason, it could not be removed through surgery. My only option was high-dosage chemotherapy and an auto-PBSCT (Peripheral Blood Stem Cell Transplant). The prescribed treatment required checking in and out of the isolation ward for various procedures including the collection of stem cells, in addition to countless sessions of hemospasia and other injections. This long and painful process finally ended in March 2003. Unfortunately, and without warning, it had induced the further complications of diabetes, and activated a chronic hepatitis condition.

Having undergone just about every kind of treatment available through medical science, I had no choice but to accept the fact that the shadow of cancer would always remain a part of my life, and that it could never be removed for good. I took another PET scan in December 2004, a year and a half later. It showed a recurrence of cancer in a lymph gland deep in the left side of my neck. It was at this time that my attending physician recommended I undergo surgery again, which would then be followed up by another series of chemotherapy treatments.

Over and over, I had been struck down. The adverse effects of the chemotherapy treatments tortured me, turning what hope I had left into feelings of intense hatred. The whole experience served as a harsh reminder of the limitations of modern medical science in the battle against cancer. Cancerous cells remained stubbornly inside my body. There was simply no chemical capable of thoroughly killing all of them. Worse still, other parts of my body had been almost totally ruined in the process. It was as if I was just lingering on with my last breath. I was in a state of limbo, and I felt like dying rather than live this way.

By this time, I had decided not to follow the advice of my physician. I did not want to prolong my pain-filled life by going through more surgery and further medical treatment. Instead I opted to pursue a totally different route in order to try and save my life.

In January 2005, one day prior to the date of my scheduled operation, I took off for Atlanta, Georgia, accompanied by my wife. I went to the ZiJiu school to seek a way out of my misery. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. This was neither a last ditch effort to seek indiscriminate medical help, nor a blind attempt to salvage a helpless situation. It was a conscious choice, stemming from my confidence in the ZiJiu Method for I was fairly knowledgeable of its guiding principles. A couple of years earlier, in November 2003, the Zijiu school had held a workshop in Taiwan to demonstrate the ZiJiu Method. I had started practicing the first step, the Standing Position, at home.

In March 2004, Master Li Yan Ming came to Taiwan. With him came faculty and volunteers from the ZiJiu school, who were visiting for a second time. Seizing the opportunity, I attended every session held by Master Li, trying to absorb every bit of information and knowledge that was shared about the ZiJiu Method, especially in the practice sessions which were held at the end of the lectures. In November 2004, after having practiced on my own for a full year, I flew to Atlanta. There, for one month, I trained intensively under the personal guidance of Master Li and senior members of the school. So, by January 2005, when I chose to go to Atlanta and forego surgery, I had actually practiced for one year and three months.

Some people might ask: Why did the cancerous lymph gland recur on the left side of my neck after I had already learned and practiced the ZiJiu Method for more than one year?