(Minghui.org) People are often prone to misfortune. They may endure varying degrees of pain, feel helpless, or fear death. Is there a secret to not suffering? Falun Dafa is a profound universal Fa, and people who believe in it will be blessed. I hope my story can inspire you.
My mother started practicing Falun Dafa in January 1998. Although she was illiterate, Dafa gave her the wisdom to read and write in a short period of time. In addition to her improved health, her temper also improved.
I read Zhuan Falun, the main book of Falun Dafa, with my mother in 1998 when I was 27. I saw the miracles my mother experienced by practicing Dafa, but I did not understand their profound connotations. Also, I had a child at that time and had to work very hard to support the family, so I did not continue to practice and more than ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
In 2011 when I was in my 30s, I had an inexplicable stomach pain. The pain was so bad that I had to stop working. I went to every hospital in town, but the doctors couldn’t figure out what was causing it. My husband suggested that I try major hospitals in Beijing or Shenyang, the capital of Liaoning Province. Somehow, I remembered Falun Dafa and decided to practice it, 13 years after I had first read Zhuan Falun with my mother.
I started practicing Dafa in July 2011. Not long after, my stomach pain and other chronic conditions such as headaches, a frozen shoulder, and cervical spondylitis all disappeared. I was really happy to be illness-free.
I was eager to tell people how good Dafa was so that they could benefit from it, too. I was arrested for distributing informational materials about Falun Dafa. Because of me, my mother was implicated. After I was released, she was arrested and sentenced to prison.
Her arrest was a huge blow to me. Due to family affections and human notions, I became lax about Fa study and doing the exercises. When dealing with people, I acted as an ordinary person and no longer behaved in accordance with the standard of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance.
In the winter of 2020, four fingers on my left hand suddenly turned purple and gradually started to atrophy. The pain was so bad that I quit my part-time job in a cafeteria because I could not even hold a knife to chop vegetables. Because of the pain, I had trouble sleeping. My husband took me to the hospital when he came home from working in another city. I was diagnosed with high blood sugar and had to be hospitalized.
I was very irritable and felt sad in the hospital. I came home and told my husband that the hospital could not cure me and that I’d better practice Falun Dafa again. At that moment, I felt dizzy, and everything around me started spinning. I was so weak I couldn’t get up. I shouted, “Master, please save me!”
The doctor at the local hospital was unable to do anything for me, so I was rushed to a municipal hospital, where they discovered that I had subclavian artery stenosis that was affecting my left arm. My family found an expert from Beijing to do the surgery to put in a stent.
When the doctor checked on me the following day, he said, “That is amazing! All four of your fingers are fine, and there is no necrosis. Based on your symptoms prior to the operation, it was unlikely that any of your fingers could be saved.” I know Master protected me.
After the operation I took blood-activating drugs often used in China, which caused menstrual-like bleeding. When I returned home seven days later, I began to bleed non-stop, and I noticed large clots of blood. I was nauseated, looked pale, and had symptoms of anemia. When I was checked into a maternal and child hospital, the doctor took my husband aside to talk with him privately. From my husband’s expression, I felt something bad was happening. I later learned that the hospital could not take the risk of treating me because of the seriousness of my condition and they told my husband to be prepared for the worst.
My husband quickly took me to the municipal hospital. The doctor said that I had a large tumor in my uterus, there was fluid in my abdomen, and I had high blood sugar. Seven days later, I had a laparotomy to remove a tumor as big as a child’s head. Following the operation, I had two rounds of chemotherapy and one round of radiotherapy. I refused the chemotherapy at first, but my husband insisted. He said that he would regret it later if I did not go through with it and died. He had just lost his father to cancer in the spring, and I was in such serious condition in the winter. He was having a personal crisis and was near total collapse, secretly wiping away his tears. So I consented to the treatment.
All my hair fell out after the second round of chemotherapy, and I hurt all over. My skin hurt so much that even a light touch made me grimace and tear up. I could not fall asleep day or night and just walked back and forth in the house. My suffering was beyond words.
My parents-in-law and some of our neighbors had had different forms of cancer, and modern medicine had failed to save them. Thinking about that, I decided not to be treated in the hospital. I wanted to practice Falun Dafa. As long as I practiced Dafa diligently, Master would take care of me.
I told my husband what I’d decided on January 6, 2021. He cried helplessly, saying, “You will not be cured if you do not get treated. I am willing to spend whatever it costs. Please give yourself and the family a glimmer of hope.” I understood his feelings, but I knew that my disease was incurable and that only Dafa could save me. My husband finally agreed. He said, “It is a gamble. Let’s take this chance one last time.” I wanted to hold myself to the high standards of a cultivator. After we got home, I told him that I would cook the meal. He did not believe I could, but I did.
On February 2, I invited several fellow practitioners to a dinner at my house, a total of eight including my husband. I made all the dishes. At the table, a new practitioner told my husband his story.
He said, “I was almost blind before I started practicing Dafa. I spent all my family’s money, but the hospital still could not cure my eye condition. I regained my eyesight thanks to Dafa. Falun Dafa is so extraordinary. You don’t have to worry.”
Fellow practitioners, including an elderly couple of nearly 80, came to study the Fa with me in my house every afternoon. We shared cultivation experiences. We talked about how to become better people. I told them I had been slacking off in cultivation for several years. I quarreled with my mother-in-law over inheritance. I did not let go of the bad feelings between me and my sister-in-law over money matters.
While I was ill, my mother was still in prison. I was determined to validate Dafa and turn bad things into good ones. I wanted to demonstrate how miraculous Dafa was to those who were poisoned by the communist regime’s propaganda and did not believe in Dafa. Since my life was almost coming to an end, I calmed down and let go of everything. I treated everyone, including those who had ever hurt me, kindly and with great compassion.
I studied the Fa during the day and did the exercises at night. I kept my 3,000-square-foot home clean and tidy. Gradually, my strength returned. My face was rosy, my skin glowed, and my hair grew back.
My relatives, friends, and neighbors were amazed at the changes in me. One of my brothers-in-law said that I looked “wonderful.” The family members of my in-laws also witnessed this, which debunked the lies fabricated by the Chinese Communist Party (CCP). My grandfather-in-law, a long-time CCP member, even agreed to quit the Party.
A neighbor said to me, “To be honest, we thought that you only had a few days to live. No one expected such a miracle would happen. Falun Dafa is really miraculous!”
Because my mother had been illegally sentenced to prison for her belief, my family members persuaded my husband to try to force me to renounce Dafa. My husband once challenged me and gave me one week to make a choice: Practice Dafa or get a divorce. I told him that I would choose practicing Falun Dafa. Seeing I was serious, he gave in and stopped arguing. But he still did not believe in Dafa.
However, after witnessing my recovery by practicing Falun Dafa, he has become very supportive. He thanked Master from the bottom of his heart for saving my life. He often works out of town, but he always reminds me by phone to study the Fa, do the exercises, and send forth righteous thoughts. He even cuts our calls short when needed to not interfere with my practice.
On behalf of my husband, friends, and myself, I would like to express my deep gratitude to Master Li Hongzhi once again!