(Clearwisdom.net) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1999 shortly before the Chinese Communist Party launched the persecution. The horror campaign scared me so much that I stopped my practice. However, I carefully stowed away Zhuan Falun and a few other Dafa books. But apparently Master did not want to leave behind someone like me who still had a predestined relationship with Dafa. Eight years after I stopped my practice, I was pulled back from the brink of death to rejoin Dafa. It has been two years since I resumed my practice. Now in retrospect, I really cannot thank Master enough.

I am 44 years old. On Jan 10, 2007, I had my uterus, ovary, and appendix surgically removed. On Jan 29, 2007, I had lymphoid and thyroid tumors on the left side of my neck taken out, too. In the end, I was diagnosed with lymphoma. On hearing that, my whole family was greatly shocked. I had two kids, the younger one barely 4 years old; my in-laws were in their 70s, of feeble health. With my husband's busy schedule at work, I needed to tend to the life of my whole family. As if heaven just crushed down on me, I cried my eyes out every day.

Before my surgery, a fellow Dafa practitioner called me, suggesting that Master never wants to leave anyone behind and that maybe it was time for me to return to Dafa. I was too stressed at that time to think straight, and simply told her to wait and see when the surgery was completed. So I had the surgery, which was an excruciating experience. I did not cry during the surgery, though. The surgery left my left arm paralyzed (for some time), my voice husky, and my body skeleton- thin. It was a miracle that I was only hospitalized for 7 days afterwards. Now thinking back, I owe it to Master's help that I was able to pull through it.

Because my medication contained radioactive elements, I had to live by myself after I was discharged from the hospital. It happened that a fellow practitioner came home from out of town to celebrate the Chinese New Year holiday. She took this opportunity to play a number of Dafa VCDs and told me many stories about the beauty and miracles of Dafa cultivation. She shared the one bed with me. Lying next to her, I felt that my body was light, and I had a good sweat. My heart moved and I started to do the exercises with her. Somehow I was able to raise my arms and finish the 4 sets of standing exercises in one shot (maybe I still retained vague memories from the past). It was indeed as miraculous; however, I still did not make up my mind to practice Dafa because I was already with a different school of practice. Which school of practice should I stick to, I was wondering. My husband was adamantly opposed to Dafa for fear that by practicing Dafa I would decline or delay my medical treatments. He would throw a tantrum every day and that went on for half a month. One day I was thinking that I could not linger any more and that I had to choose one path. I prayed that someone would point out a path for me. With that wish, I indeed had a dream, where someone handed over me two books, Zhuan Falun and the Great Consummation Way of Falun Dafa, as he asked me, "Do you really want to read them or not?" Without a word, I accepted these two books. When I woke up, I knew that Master was giving me hints and he had not yet given up on me. My husband was still trying to pick a fight with me; he was so angry that he refused to go to bed at night. I was not annoyed at all, and sent forth righteous thoughts when he was mad. Gradually, he got better. So I was able to pass this test that took place in my family.

Once by accident I deleted everything stored in my mp3 player, which is the only audio instrument for my Dafa exercises. The local practitioner could not do anything about it, either. Then as I thought it over, I figured it might be a test for me, to see if I was determined in my cultivation or like before, would cease to practice because of a little hurdle. Without the music, I continued to do the exercises by counting the numbers, and I did it for 3 months until a different fellow practitioner helped me out.

My husband was no longer mad at me for practicing Dafa; nor would he interfere. Yet, he insisted on my receiving the chemotherapy. At first, with my attachment not completely eliminated, I complied. Gradually, with more Fa study and with a deepened understanding of Dafa, I did not want to receive chemotherapy anymore. However, my husband would monitor my medication intake. When I discussed this matter with a fellow practitioner, she said that if I could truly let go in my heart Master would help me out. Later, as it turned out, one of my blood cell count reports came in stating that my white blood cells had dropped to a level too low for chemo. My husband made me take pills to shoot up my white blood cells; he would be there, watching me take the medication. Five days later, my blood cell counts dropped even further. It suddenly dawned on me that I should stop taking medication and that I would not go to chemo even though my white blood cell count was normal. A week later, my blood cell count drastically soared to 7500, a figure never seen since my surgery. The doctor explained it away by saying that maybe the machine was broken in applying the blood cell count to me, but I knew that Master was helping me. Another time during my blood test the machine broke down. I thought then that I would no longer go for even blood check-ups; it was Master giving me a hint. Once I let go of my own attachment, my husband stopped forcing me to take chemo.

It has been two years since I resumed Dafa practice. Over the past two years I feel that I have changed into a new person. Gradually, I started to tell my family the miraculous effects of Dafa. My cousin drove a big rig. On March 6, 2009, his truck had a bad collision that the entire cabin was crushed. Just when bystanders surmised that nobody would survive this accident, my cousin somehow slipped out of the truck, having only some skin abrasions and a minor fracture; the other three in the cabin emerged unscathed as well. They knew that it was because my cousin had heard about the truth of Dafa and wore the Dafa talisman that he was able to survive this catastrophe. My cousin's family, upon witnessing this miracle of Dafa, were all very grateful to Master for saving my cousin. Now my cousin and his wife and a few other family members are more than ready to learn Falun Dafa.

Fellow practitioners who have left Dafa, please make haste and return. Do not miss out on this opportunity that only comes once in thousands of years!