(Minghui.org) This true story is about my husband and how Falun Dafa saved his life.

My husband had diabetes for many years. In July 2019, his illness suddenly worsened, and on July 28 he became mentally disoriented. I called my son, who was traveling at the time, to come back home. As soon as my son got home, he called an ambulance and took my husband to the hospital.

The doctor said that my husband was suffering from diabetic complications. His blood sugar level was off the scale. The doctor put him in intensive care right away. On August 2, 2019, the doctor asked us to take him home, saying there was nothing they could do for him.

My son called another hospital. The second hospital also couldn’t determine how high my husband’s blood sugar level was. My husband's foot was swollen, and it began to rot and bleed. The rotten flesh emitted a bad smell and attracted maggots. The heel was left with only the bone and one layer of skin. He could not control his urine or bowel movement and often soiled the bed. We ended up changing his sheets several times a day. 

The doctor at the second hospital said, “His illness cannot be cured. He will not be able to walk. He will be bedridden, and will not see out the year.” The hospital gave us three notices of critical illness and insisted he remain in the hospital.

A few days later, the doctor told us my husband needed an amputation. My son disagreed. We did not tell my husband the news. 

Not long after I began practicing Falun Dafa, my fibroids disappeared, as did the other illnesses. My body felt light. After witnessing Dafa’s magnificence, my husband supported my cultivation.

Jiang Zemin began persecuting Falun Dafa in July 1999. I was taken to jail for protesting in Beijing against the persecution. The police and community agents often came to our door to harass us upon my return. My husband did not cooperate with them. He argued with them and told them Falun Dafa is good. He told them about my physical and mental improvements since cultivating. 

I established a production center at home to make informational materials about Dafa. My son supported me and bought the materials for me. I also distributed Dafa flyers, put up posters, and hung banners. My husband also volunteered to work with me. 

While thinking back over all this, I realized that he is also a life who came here for the Fa. He should be able to cultivate Dafa. I need to help him study the Fa and do the exercises. He should not have the amputation. Whether he lives is up to Master, not the doctor.”

A month later, the doctor said that my husband was too old and his blood sugar level was too high to amputate the limb. He was critically ill. The doctor and nurses did this and that to him all day in the hospital so that he could not listen to Master’s lectures during the day; he could only do so at night. 

My son and I divided the work between us. I took care of my husband during the day, and my son took care of him in the evenings, while I went home to study the Fa. I got up at 3 a.m. to do the exercises and send forth righteous thoughts and then went to the hospital to take care of my husband. My son went to work. 

I thought, “I am a Dafa practitioner. I need to take good care of my husband, but clarifying the truth and saving people cannot be delayed. As long as my husband wants to cultivate, Master will arrange everything for him. I just need to follow Master’s requirements; then everything will go smoothly.” 

I ran between home and the hospital every day. Yet I did not fall behind on the three things. I took taxi tricycles in the morning and evening to and from the hospital and clarified the truth to the driver about quitting the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its affiliated organizations. I went to the market to buy groceries when my husband was having a transfusion. I told the farmers and other fortunate people the facts about Dafa. I played Master’s lectures on an MP3 for my husband in the evenings when my son came. 

My son told my husband, “Now, only Master Li Hongzhi can save you. Having stayed in the hospital for several months, are you getting well? Our family savings is almost gone. We cannot cure your illness going on like this, even if we sell our home. You need to think it over; will you believe in Dafa or in the hospital?”

Fellow practitioners also came to visit him and encouraged him to cultivate Dafa. One day my son told me that, when he was sleeping, he heard my husband say, “Master, I don’t want to stay in the hospital. I want to go home, study the Fa, and do the exercises. I want to follow you home.” My husband’s voice awoke my son. 

My husband told the doctor he wanted to be discharged. The doctor disagreed, saying that he was too ill, he needed to transfuse three large bottles a day, and he needed lots of medicine.

I thought, “Let my husband go home. It is all up to Master. What a doctor says does not count.” 

The doctor finally agreed to let us go home when the Chinese New Year was near, but only for three days. I said to Master, “What the Doctor said does not count. It is all up to Master.”

My husband never returned to the hospital. The coronavirus exploded in Wuhan the day after my husband came home. 

They locked down the small communities, but could not stop practitioners from telling people the truth about Dafa and saving people. The other practitioners and I began to distribute Dafa materials, clarify the truth, and urge people to quit the CCP and its affiliates on the second day of the Chinese New Year. Regardless of the weather and the atmosphere, we did not stop for a day. 

My husband listened to Master’s lectures, recited “Falun Dafa is good,” and listened to Dafa practitioners’ music and Minghui’s broadcast. His foot began to grow flesh, and the skin color turned rosy. Then he was able to walk by using the wheelchair as a walker. His health got better and better. He gained weight and was able to walk without any assistance. 

His doctor was in awe of this miracle. Relatives and friends came to visit him. He told them about Dafa and that Master saved his life. He also asked them to quit the CCP and its affiliates. They all did so.

My husband escaped death and obtained a new life. Master saved him. Our whole family is immersed in Master’s immeasurable grace. We will walk well the path Master arranged for us, save more people, and follow Master home. Thank you, Master.