062: Because of Stomach Cancer, My Father Takes Refuge in Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche

The year my father was suffering from third stage stomach cancer, he underwent an operation to remove parts of his stomach. He was suffering in both body and mind, and to make things worse, while undergoing chemotherapy his peritoneum became infected; as a result, he had to be re-hospitalized to treat this problem. Once back in the hospital, he never returned home again but passed away there, after which he received the transference of consciousness, a kind of very rare and auspicious, from Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche.

I still remember that while my father was in the hospital with his peritonitis, my mother, who was very close with my father, spent much of her time at the hospital taking care of my father. My brother and I would go see my father after work and on weekends. Because of his peritonitis, my father suffered from a serious accumulation of fluid in his peritoneal cavity; every time the doctors removed the excess fluid, my father was in extreme pain and hovered between life and death.

Outside the operating room, my mother and I heard painful cries coming from my father. For both of us, it was so hard to listen to his screams; we both wished we could take his place so he wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. Many times, I pleaded with all my heart that the Bodhisattvas aid my father and take his pain away. Maybe my prayers were answered; perhaps it was a Bodhisattva who guided me to Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche, thus allowing this disciple, someone who had never studied Buddhism before, to realize the compassion of Bodhisattvas and the supreme auspiciousness of the Buddhism.

Meeting Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche for the first time, I was enlightened to why my father got cancer of the stomach. I also learned that my father would be receiving Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche merciful blessings for a long time. After that meeting, the accumulation of fluid in my father’s peritoneal cavity began to slowly drain away naturally. Gone too was the pain. Up to his death, I never heard my father again complain about or yell out in pain.

At the hospital, I looked more into my father’s recent medical history. I asked the attending doctor what pain medication was being administered. He replied that they only gave him common painkillers, and they never had to inject morphine. All the while, my father’s face had a good color to it; both doctors and nurses commented that he certainly did not look like patients who were being fed solely by an intravenous drip.

During that time, Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche, himself, went to the hospital to bless my father twice. He held a refuge ceremony for my father and requested that I attend puja constantly so as to accumulate good merits for my father. Looking back at Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche’s efforts to save my father and my two-year instruction in Buddhism under Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche’s direction, I feel my heart fill with gratitude.

In my heart, Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche is the treasure that was left to me by my father. As a disciple, I will cherish this treasure and follow Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche’s every teaching. At all times, I will remember my guru’s merciful blessings. I also pray that one day I can attain a true heart that every thought is for the benefit of all beings, and hope, on behalf of all sentient beings, I can use a clear heart to closely follow the Buddhist teaching of Rinchen Dorjee Rinpoche and become a true disciple of the Buddha.

Zheng Ting-yu

Updated on November 25, 2009