(Clearwisdom.net) I am from Hebei Province and had been frail and ill since I was a child. I had surgery that removed a thyroid tumor when I was 18; at 40, I had cholecystitis; when I reached 42, my uterus was removed; and by 1996, my right breast was gone due to cancer. At the time, my sister-in-law advised me to practice Falun Gong, but I didn't agree as I didn't believe in it. The cancer cells spread in 1998, and my left breast was removed, too. Worse, during the pre-surgery tests, I was found to have diabetes, requiring three shots of insulin a day. The chemotherapy after surgery nearly killed me. I lay in bed all day every day and did not even have the strength to sit up. I felt I'd rather die after each chemotherapy session. Over the years, the bills for surgeries and treatments had used up all our family savings. One chemotherapy treatment cost 3,700 yuan, more than we could afford. It felt like I had reached a dead end. Because of our family circumstances, my eldest son, though of marriage age, could not even find a girlfriend. Out of desperation, I thought of committing suicide. I thought that my family would be freed if I died. After I made up my mind, I stopped all treatments and waited for the right moment to shock myself to death with electricity when no one else was around.

My mother-in-law read my mind and said to my sister-in-law, "You say that Falun Gong is so good, so who not ask you sister-in-law to practice it." My sister-in-law didn't mention it to me this time, but every day she would sit at my side and read Zhuan Falun to me. In the beginning I was not listening and lay there trying to sleep as she read to me. But I listened when I couldn't fall asleep.

On the seventh day, after my sister-in-law started reading to me, I had a dream in which I saw a giant Buddha, glowing with golden light. I awoke immediately and said to my sister-in-law, "Probably your Master has come to save me. I'd like to learn your practice right away. "

She taught me meditation first, and I was able to sit for 15 minutes the first time I did it. I was excited because I had never felt so good since I had fallen ill. I thought I had a chance to be saved, so I stopped thinking about committing suicide and started on the path of cultivation.

Esteemed Master said in Zhuan Falun:

"...he will need to put his heart into cultivation, which means his Buddha-nature has come out. And that wish is considered the most precious one. So people will help him. Even in such a tough environment, he hasn't gotten lost and still wants to return, so people will help him, they'll help him unconditionally, and they'll help him with anything."

The second day after I was discharged from the hospital, I wanted to go to a practice site. There were two of them. One was at an elderly practitioner's home where a dozen older practitioners met. The other was outside, a little farther from my home. March was still cold outside. One day I met my sister-in-law as I stepped out the door. I asked her where she was going, and she said she wanted to go to the one outside. Without hesitation, I said, "I'll go there, too." She asked, "You are still weak. Can you stand it?" I replied, "Absolutely." With that we went to the practice site together.

Before, I could only lie in bed, groggy. But on that day I practiced for one hour and never felt better. It was a miracle! After that my health improved by the day, and soon my body felt light, disease free.

About one month after I obtained the Fa, my husband was still unsure and spent another 3,700 yuan on chemotherapy medication for me and asked me to get the treatment. I said to him, "We have spent tens of thousands of yuan paying hospital bills, and yet I did not recover from my illnesses. Instead, I almost lost my life. It has been only one month since I started practicing Falun Gong, and all my bitterness and suffering are gone. Now I have a good appetite and feel so alive, so why do I still need chemotherapy?" It is Falun Dafa that has saved my life and my family.

Through Fa-study, I came to realize the real cause of my suffering. Now I believe that only Dafa can bring me happiness.

Three months after I obtained the Fa, the Chinese Communist Party launched its horrific persecution against Dafa. All of a sudden, the sky seemed to fall and I cried my heart out at my doorstep. When people asked me what I was crying about, I said, "Falun Gong saved my life, and yet the government will not let me practice it. Why?"

Local policemen and officials from the district administration came to my house and asked, "Is Wang at home?" I said, "No!" Then they asked, "Who are you?" I told them, "I am Wang 'Huanyang!'" I went on to tell them what Dafa had done for me. After hearing about my situation they said, "We also know that Falun Gong is good, but we can't do a thing." Before they started toward the door, they said, "Ma'am, if you think it's good, do it at home."

A couple days later, another group of officials came, asking me to write statements swearing that I would not practice Falun Gong. Looking straight into their eyes, I shouted, "I will practice it! I will practice it! I will practice it! I will practice it for the rest of my life!" My strong righteous thoughts overwhelmed them, and they left, frustrated. A few days later, they came again, asking me to follow them to watch videos slandering Dafa. I refused to go with them, but they wouldn't let me be and insisted I go. Abruptly I pulled up my clothes, revealing the scars left from the two surgeries, and shouted at them, "If I went with you and something happened to me, would you take the responsibility?"

They have never bothered me again since then. I have steeled my heart that cultivating Dafa is the only path to return to my origin and true self.

Master has been taking care of me since I entered the path of cultivating Dafa. One day, at about 10 o'clock in the morning, my left arm became swollen and dark and started to burn. Even my sister-in-law, who had always supported me, did not know what to do. Family members all urged me to go to a hospital. But I had a strong faith in Master and constantly listened to Master's lectures, rejecting all kinds of interference. No matter what my family members said, I remained unchanged in my heart, and not a single thought crossed my mind that I would go to a hospital. By four o'clock in the afternoon, all symptoms were gone. Again, my family and I witnessed the mighty virtue and wonder of Dafa. Two more family members have since started cultivating Dafa.

Another day when I went shopping by bike, I was hit by a car and thrown half a dozen meters away. My bike was damaged, and yet I was not even scratched. I knew that Master had again saved my life.

Over the years I have come a long way in my faith in Master and my righteous thoughts toward Dafa. I have been effectively validating Dafa by telling people the facts through my own experiences. I have been telling people about the magnificence of Dafa and exposing the extreme evilness of the wicked Chinese Communist Party in its persecution against Dafa.

November 21, 2006