(Minghui.org) I was born in 1948. My older sister told my husband and me about Falun Dafa in 1999. She told us how wonderful the practice was, and I practiced it with my husband briefly.

However, I was very busy with work and continued to take medicine. It was not long before I stopped cultivating completely. My husband continued to practice without me.

My husband was later hit by a car. He did not ask for any money from the driver. I scolded him over that. I often gave my husband a hard time and would even hit him and say bad things about Dafa.

When we moved into a new home in 2015, I noticed I did not feel well. My health became worse, even after taking medication. There was a protrusion in my lower abdomen. I went to the hospital, and a doctor informed my son that I had intestinal cancer. I continued to feel worse every day.

My husband and sister asked me to practice Falun Dafa, but I refused to listen and said harsh words to both of them.

I had surgery and chemotherapy. I was in constant pain, even while though I was taking morphine. The tumor was spreading. I knew I was dying and did not want to die in the hospital, so I went home.

When I got home, I realized that only Falun Dafa could save me. I told my husband that I wanted to cultivate again. He asked me to quit the Chinese Communist Party's Young Pioneers, and I agreed. I asked him to help me write a declaration expressing my regret over how disrespectful I had been toward Dafa. I changed my attitude and now respected Dafa and Master Li Hongzhi, the founder and teacher of Falun Dafa.

My husband and I often repeated, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I also listened to Master’s lectures.

One day, the pain in my abdomen was so intense that I fainted. My son said that I stopped breathing. He and my grandson cried out, urging me not to leave. I began to breathe again and regained consciousness the next day. The same thing happened two more times. Each time, I began to breathe again.

The second time it happened, I woke up hungry, and my son helped me drink some milk. My daughter-in-law cooked congee for me. They said that I had spoken nonsense for more than 10 days. When I woke up the third time, I said, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I knew it was Dafa that had saved me.

It was a sunny day in February. I went outside to soak up the warm sun. Many of my neighbors stopped by to visit me. They were in awe and said that it was amazing I was alive. I told them that it was Falun Dafa that saved me. A few of them were non-believers in the past, but now they all agreed, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”

I shared my experience to validate the mighty virtue of Dafa. I had said bad things about Dafa, but Master and Dafa forgave me and saved my life. I will forever hold “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” in my heart.