I remember my father and mother
treating patients when I was
growing up. My father would come home from the clinic where he
was a Chinese medicine doctor,
and people from the village would
be waiting to see him. We lived
in a poor village and people did
not have a lot of money to pay.
Every holiday we would receive chickens, cakes, and anything
people could bring us.
My mother was also a doctor, a gynecologist. Most of her work was at the hospital. They were both so well respected.
I just remember that the people from the village would arrive stressed, worried, fearful. Once my father treated them, they would leave calm and happy. I wanted to follow in my parents’ path of teaching about and using Chinese medicine to help people. It was a path that was full of so much healing and goodness.