(Minghui.org) My husband was lucky to start practicing Falun Dafa in the late 1990s. At that time, I wasn't for or against it. In 1999, when practitioners of Falun Dafa began to be persecuted, I didn't understand, so I was against him practicing. This led him to avoid me when he was practicing.

In August of 2010, I was diagnosed with a bowel obstruction. I was hospitalized for several days and given frequent injection. After a week, my bowels still didn't open up. The doctors thought this was due to a tumor and referred me to the province hospital. I stayed there for another week, but that didn't help either. I was in a living hell.

One night I dreamed that two unknown women kidnapped me. I asked, “Where are we going?” They said, “We're taking you to a good place.” “Can I return home?” I asked. “No, you cannot.” At that point in the dream, my husband came and asked me not to go with them. So I escaped from them and came back.

Further testing revealed a cancerous tumor. I underwent surgery lasting about 5 hours. The surgeons discovered that the cancer had already spread to other areas in my body and recommended six weeks of chemotherapy. I cannot describe how sad I was!

My husband was there for me the whole time. He wore the Falun Dafa amulet and listened to the lectures as he stayed in my hospital room with me. Strangely, I didn't tell him to stop. Also, when he told me to say, “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, Falun Dafa is good,” I didn't say no. In fact, I started to say it without any doubt. After the chemotherapy, I was rechecked and assured that nothing was wrong any longer. After a year and a half, I was reevaluated and told that the cancer had spread to my lungs, and the tumor was now as big as a fist. I was in the last stages of lung cancer, so I could not benefit from surgery. The doctors suggested another course of chemotherapy. However, I had friends that had also had cancer and they did not experience good results with chemotherapy. My husband asked the doctor if chemotherapy would cure me, but he could not promise that. My husband decided it would be best for me to leave the hospital. The doctor thought that this was too bad, because we had already paid for the medicine, and now we were not going to use it.

We stopped at a hotel on our way home from the hospital that day. My husband told me to say “Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good, Falun Dafa is good,” and gave me Master's lectures on the MP3 player. I listened to them, and the more I listened, the more peaceful and warm my body got. When we got home, I needed to use the bathroom badly. I passed a lot of liquid much like thick blood. I was nervous, but my husband said, “Master is cleaning your body out.” Indeed, that is exactly how I felt. When I had had a colonoscopy, they had found polyps, which made it hard for me to eat anything. I passed so much stuff; how was that possible? After that, I started practicing with my husband. My mother-in-law worried about me and brewed a big pot of medicine for me. When I drank it, I had diarrhea. After that, I accidentally burned the medicine pot and damaged it. When I bought a new one, I discovered that rats had eaten the medicine in the pot. I then realized that, as a practitioner, you have no illnesses.

My husband and I compared our cultivation journeys. My body had undergone big changes. Before, I could not walk up the stairs without breathing heavily. Now, my husband is slower than me when we walk up stairs. If I had gone through chemotherapy, I would no doubt be writing my last will right now. It was Master that saved me and gave me another life. How could ever I repay Master?! My husband and I have diligently clarified the truth and, as a result, many people have changed their views about Falun Dafa. They know the truth, and they all say, “Falun Dafa is good!”

Thank you, Master, for saving my life!