(Minghui.org) I suddenly fell ill in the winter of 1998 and my whole body was aching. I went to all of the local hospitals and had plenty of medication, but with little effect. Doctors did not have much idea about what was wrong with me or how to treat it. My children did not dare tell me what the doctors told them.
Around the time I was ill, my eldest daughter came to visit me and suggested that I learn Falun Gong. Her husband died in a car accident, leaving behind two children. She used to suffer from bad health but recovered soon after practicing. She told me how good Falun Gong is. However, I was very stubborn and refused to give it a try. Being where I am now, I regret my decision very much.
After the 1999 Chinese New Year, my daughters, out of a tiny thread of hope, took me to Beijing to have further diagnosis and surgery. Doctors at the 2nd hospital of the Beijing Medical University diagnosed me with being in the late stages of lung cancer, and that it was deemed to be too late for surgery. My children told me the news this time, and I decided to stay and have chemotherapy. I lost all my hair and the unbearable pain left me wishing I was dead. After two rounds of chemotherapy, I saw little effect and the pain did not let up one bit. I could not eat or sleep because of the pain. My family were at a loss with what to do next, and started to prepare for my funeral after returning home from Beijing.
When we arrived back home, I suddenly had a strong will to live and wanted to see my eldest daughter. The moment she stepped in my home, I started to cry. I thought I had depleted all my tears by crying so much for all kinds of family hardships when I was younger. I was so amazed that I cried in front of her, in regret for my previous wrong decision about practicing Falun Gong. She did not blame me and, instead, comforted me and told me to start practicing right away. She said, as long as I put my sincere heart in to it, Master would cure my illnesses. I agreed immediately.
The first day I went to the group practice site with my daughter, I could feel that Master was purifying my body, although I did not complete all of the exercises. I wanted to vomit but did not have anything in my stomach to vomit. When I got home, I was able to eat something. The second day I was able to complete the exercises. I started to go to the group practice site regularly from then on. My health improved day by day. Within a few days, all of my pain had gone, I could eat and sleep normally and my hair started to grow back. I could even walk long distances to let more people know about Falun Gong in remote areas without feeling tired.
My children remained skeptical and wanted to take me to the hospital for an examination. I told them that I was no longer ill and didn't need to go. I told everyone in my family that Master had saved my life and I would remain steadfast in practicing Falun Gong. My family and those around me learned from my experience that Falun Dafa is good.
I started going to the group Fa study. As I never went to school, I could not read or write. So during Fa study, I would hold the book Zhuan Falunwith both hands and listen to fellow practitioners read, while I followed the words. I would take note of the characters I did not know and ask others about them afterward. Thus, little by little I could read Zhuan Falun and other Dafa books myself within half a year. It was truly the power of Dafa that enabled an illiterate person like me to read the books.
Within a few months, the persecution began. On the day the authorities announced the ban on Falun Gong, I went to the group practice site as before. The police at the site did not allow me to do the exercises. I felt very sad. I continued to read the books and practice the exercises at home while going out during the day to tell people not to believe the propaganda and lies on TV. I told people that Falun Gong cured my illnesses and that they should remember “Falun Dafa is good” and “Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance is good.” As I was not able to write down the names of people who wanted to quit the Chinese Communist Party, I would ask them to write their names themselves, or I would write some symbol for me to remember later. I then read the symbols to fellow practitioners so that they could write down their names.
I am 79 years old and study Master's teachings and do the exercises every day. I save all the money my daughters give me and send it to fellow practitioners to make truth clarification materials.
Master saved my life. I cannot express my gratitude to Master with words. I look forward to the day Master returns to China and I will be a witness to prove Master's benevolence and greatness.
