When faith collapses, what should we take as sustenance?

Because grandpa is seriously ill, now we try to go back to accompany him every weekend. It's very cold this week. Grandpa said he didn't want to go out to play. I suggested visiting the city or taking him to the movies, but he refused directly. I thought it was really cold. He didn't feel well and didn't want to move. As a result, I got a phone call at night saying that he would go to Lingshan Temple tomorrow.

Lingshan Temple is seventy or eighty kilometers away from home, which is far away. It's very cold in winter now, and running up the mountain seems that grandpa's spiritual belief is more collapsed than his physical condition.

Last month, before we went to Wuhan, we just received the news that the cancer cells in grandpa's body might metastasize. Later, on my first night in Wuhan, I heard that my grandfather burned a lot of paper money and prayed to my ancestors that he didn't want to die yet. Later, he went to Wuhan and confirmed that cancer cells had metastasized in many places, and his mental state began to collapse. Sometimes, I cry easily and say that I don't want to die yet, and I still have a lot on my mind; Sometimes he pretends to be strong and says that he is in good health and nothing happens.

My mother-in-law asked me to visit a famous temple near the hospital, while my grandfather wanted to burn money and worship Buddha quietly. Later, I recommended them to Guiyuan Temple. Grandpa knelt down and kowtowed to donate money. He is very pious and asks the Buddha to bless his health and live a few more years.

A month after his return, it rained heavily last weekend, and his uncles still accompanied him to the nearby Jingjue Temple. Grandpa donated all his money to the merit box, hoping to spend money to eliminate disasters. It's only been two weeks now, and I'm going to worship Buddha in the temple again. Science can't solve it, you can't believe it, you can only rely on superstition.

I think of a post I read before, an article written by a doctor in a hospital, saying that as long as you want to live, the hospital will let you try all the examinations and treatments for all seriously ill patients. All methods are useless. When the patient still wants treatment, the profound Chinese medicine is finally recommended (although normal people know that it will not work, the patient will not give up any hope). Grandpa, this is the situation now. After the collapse of scientific belief, I'm afraid only the gods can rely on and entrust.

When my grandfather was young, he was a soldier and went to war. He is very strong. From Dont Ask For Help's point of view, he is indeed a man of steel. Now, under the relentless torture of illness, I also ask God to worship Buddha everywhere for comfort. In our minds, rationality is unreliable, and sensibility is more reliable when it is critical. When we arrive in do or die, we can only pray for God's blessing. I also meditated in my heart: pray for the blessing of the gods, and hope that grandpa can live a few more days and suffer less!