Overcoming Bladder Cancer: The Cause Was "Toxicity of the Heart"!?【Happy Science Faith Experience】

Mr. F (60s, Male)

Diagnosis of Advanced Cancer

"I've never seen someone let it go this far before."

A few years ago, I was diagnosed with bladder cancer by a doctor. I had been experiencing something like blood in my urine for about a year, but since there was no pain, I ignored it.

Then one day, when I went to the restroom at work, I saw urine that was the color of wine... I turned pale and rushed to the hospital.

There was one tumor the size of a ping pong ball, two the size of marbles, and a third of the bladder's surface was covered with pimple-like tumors.

"You need to be hospitalized immediately; there's no option but to remove the entire bladder. You'll have an artificial bladder. Life will be inconvenient, but..."

Suddenly faced with a cancer diagnosis, the doctor calmly explained the future procedures to me, who was unable to sort out my feelings.

(Wait a minute... This is tough.)

The Cause of Cancer

"Cancer is, in most cases, caused by mental stress, worries, and suffering. (Omitted) When the heart is sick, the body becomes sick as well." ( "The Law of Prosperity" open_in_new )

Having already learned the teachings of Happy Science open_in_new, I understood that the cause of my cancer lay in my own mindset. However, it was not something I could easily accept.

I recalled my usual self. While recommending Happy Science open_in_new to friends and acquaintances, I was advising them that "living in harmony with the heart is important"...

(I say things that sound good to others, but how am I controlling my own heart?)

As I left the hospital and headed home, I was thinking about such things when I suddenly realized something surprising. Despite being diagnosed with advanced cancer, I had none of the "fear of death" that I had always had.

(Something is off. Just because I have faith, does that mean I'm hiding my fear for appearances?)

Cancer Announcement to Family

After dinner that day, I deliberately reported my illness cheerfully to my wife and my son and daughter, who were then university students.

"Okay! I will announce now. I have cancer!"

Looking around, I saw my wife's face clouded with worry and my children silent.

It felt somewhat ridiculous that I was hiding my true feelings even in front of my family.

(This is bad. I need to lay bare the darkness and lies of my heart...)

Soon after, I was hospitalized with many books and CDs from Happy Science open_in_new. In between tests and lectures about the artificial bladder, I opened the book of truth and reflected on my heart while lying in the hospital bed.

Discovery of the Heart's Toxicity

Since I had created cancer cells through my heart's actions, I must have accumulated a lot of toxicity in my heart.

At that time, I was serving as the head of a post office, and whenever there were scenes that shook my heart, it was always about work.

Frustration with subordinates who couldn't handle paperwork properly. Looking down on subordinates who made me repeat myself multiple times. Getting angry at subordinates who lacked a service spirit towards customers.

(Why can't they do it!?)(You idiot, how many times do I have to say it?)

Even if I didn't say it to their faces, I was hurling insults in my heart.

This was clearly the heart of "anger" as admonished by the teachings of Buddhism, rather than a desire to uplift my subordinates.

Furthermore, I discovered that when things didn't go my way, I had a habit of dwelling on my dissatisfaction for tens of minutes or even hours. This was the heart of "foolishness" that kept complaining in my mind.

I was considered capable and sociable by others, but inside, my heart was swirling with thoughts and words blaming others.

Apology in My Heart

Before my hospitalization, when I reported my illness at work, the staff seemed somewhat relieved as they said, "Please take your time to rest."

(Did everyone find it tough working with me, a boss who wasn't so forgiving? I might have really done something wrong to them.) I apologized in my heart to each of my subordinates.

Next, I reflected on where my arrogance came from in my life.

I was born as the sixth son in a family where my father ran a company and served as a politician. When I became a primary school student, I was adopted by relatives who had no children and was raised with great care by my adoptive parents.

After graduating from university, I got a job at the post office through an acquaintance's introduction. At 29, I married my wife, who was a flight attendant at a major airline, and built a new house. At 35, I was appointed as the head of a specific post office. That post office was located in one of the country's leading commercial districts, allowing us to achieve outstanding sales results every year, and through daily interactions, our connections with the political and business worlds grew stronger. It was truly a smooth-sailing life.

Unbeknownst to me, I had been "arrogant."

Living Thanks to Many People

Even when showing my subordinates how to do their jobs, I would engage in customer service or window work, thinking, "Look at me." My arrogance must have been noticeable to my subordinates.

"Those who only think, 'I did well,' are likely forgetting many things. They may have indeed made an effort. However, they must not forget that there were people who provided them with opportunities to reflect that effort." ( "Speaking of the Royal Road of Life" open_in_new )

As I recalled the faces of those who had helped me since childhood, there was no end to it. I owe my existence to a multitude of people. Thinking about that made me remember a heart I had long forgotten. That was "humility."

I vividly recalled my younger self in my twenties, who was honest and fresh.

The Resolve for 'Death'

In the meantime, I underwent numerous tests to check for metastasis to other organs, and I prepared myself for "death" and steeled my resolve.

Perhaps influenced by the fact that my brothers died from the atomic bomb and illness, I had been harboring a fear of 'death' since I became aware of the world.

However, after gaining faith, I became convinced of the existence of the afterlife. When I was diagnosed with cancer by a doctor, I was surprised that I had no fear of death, realizing that I was being protected by my faith.

'Everything that has happened until now is the seed I have sown myself. I will entrust everything to the Buddha and accept whatever results may come.'

What I can do now

I heard that at the Happiness Science open_in_new branch open_in_new, the branch manager is offering prayers for 'healing from illness (byouki heiyu kigan)'.

I have companions who share the same faith, always praying for me. There is a Buddha watching over me in both good times and bad.

(How reassuring faith is). It was only after becoming ill that such profound feelings welled up within me.

'I have only been given by others until now, a mass of 'love that takes away'. So from now on, I will live practicing selfless love.'

I was not afraid of dying, but I thought it would be painful to have regrets about not being kinder to those around me when closing the chapter of my life in this world. Even in illness, I vowed in my heart to start doing what I can do now.

Practicing 'love that gives'

The hospital room was a four-person room, but I refused to be defeated by the dark atmosphere typical of hospital rooms. I initiated conversations, asked my family to bring playing cards, hanafuda, and puzzles, and played with other patients.

I also made it a point to help elderly patients by supporting them in the bath and assisting them with putting on and taking off their underwear. Eventually, patients from other wards began to visit, and we held a celebration for my discharge, creating a bright salon-like atmosphere.

The 'gratitude' that welled up

Amid those days, something surprising happened.

Occasionally, gratitude would surge from my abdomen to my chest, as if water were gushing from a broken pipe.

It would come suddenly, without any context, while walking in the hospital corridor or during meals. And invariably, the words 'What a good life it has been' would slip from my lips, and tears would flow uncontrollably.

My wife, who happened to witness that scene once, was perplexed, saying, 'It's not like you're going to die tomorrow.'

I think it was a moment when I could accept my life, death, and everything. I felt as if something had been released. There was pure gratitude at the root of my heart, and I felt relieved.

(If in doubt, just return here --)

The miracle of 'faith' approached

And on a day when surgery was imminent, the doctor suddenly said something.

'I've never done this for someone in such a condition, but how about we try to burn the bad parts with an endoscope without removing the bladder?'

I thought it would be extremely difficult to remove the cancer that had densely formed in the bladder, but I decided to leave it to the doctor. I was also told that there was a risk of the bladder being punctured during the surgery due to the depth of the cancer.

However, in reality, the surgery was successful.

'Despite being this severe, the cancer is only on the surface. It hasn't spread to the ureter,' the doctor seemed unable to hide his surprise. 'Perhaps it's thanks to the faith that Mr. F has...' he said with a puzzled expression.

The wealth of the heart

Two months after the cancer was discovered, I returned to work.

'If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to come and ask me anytime.'

Before my hospitalization, I had communicated so much to everyone, yet no subordinates came to ask me. If it had been the old me, I would have been shaken. But at that moment, I was able to celebrate the growth of my subordinates who had managed the work smoothly even in my absence and express my gratitude to everyone.

Years have passed since the surgery, and I have regained my health to the point where regular cancer check-ups are no longer necessary. Now that I have retired, I am spending fulfilling days as an officer of a local company and volunteering for Happiness Science open_in_new.

As I age, my heart tends to become rigid in a state of 'having'.

Humans cannot change so easily, but for me, these past few years have been a time when I constantly imposed on myself the task of 'turning the needle of my heart, which tends to point towards hell, towards a heavenly direction' and continued to practice it.

I am still immature, but the method of controlling my heart that I have made a habit of is a treasure of my heart.

Receiving 'new life'

When I was diagnosed with cancer, if I had been an unbeliever, I would have run to buy medical books, terrified of the fear of death, reading them while sweating profusely, and agonizing over how to extend my physical life.

The illness prompted me to realize my mistaken thoughts. Through the teachings, I was able to reflect on my heart's tendencies and regain my mental and physical health, which I believe was truly a 'miracle of faith'.

I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone at Happiness Science open_in_new who supported me and to the Buddha who granted me new life, and I wish to walk the path of gratitude from now on.

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