Grateful to Master for Saving My Life
(Minghui.org) I started to practice Falun Dafa in 1998 at the age of 13. I used to study the teachings and do the exercises every day and knew the importance of having good moral values and adhering to the principles of the universe, Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance. That was a very happy time in my life. I ranked at the top of my class, was in perfect health, and enjoyed warm friendships with my fellow students.
In 1999, Jiang Zemin and his evil cronies began persecuting Falun Dafa practitioners. We lost our right to cultivate openly, and I eventually stopped practicing Falun Dafa. Over the next 20 years, I graduated, found a job, got married, and had three children before setting up my own small retail shop. During this period, I ignored my parents’ numerous attempts to guide me back to cultivation. “I know that Dafa and Master are good. As long as I continue to be a good person, this should be good enough!”
One afternoon in December 2017, I suddenly fainted at home, only regaining consciousness hours later that night. I found myself in the intensive care unit of the First People’s Hospital 60 miles from home. Although I knew friends and acquaintances who succumbed to such medical conditions, I had not imagined that I would be similarly afflicted!
Prior to this incident, I always regarded myself as a good person who did not do anything wrong. Suddenly, I recalled a section in Lecture One of Zhuan Falun:
“It is because there is such a principle in the universe: Ordinary human affairs, according to the Buddha school, all have predestined relationships. Birth, old age, illness, and death exist in this way for everyday people. Because of karma created from past wrongdoings, one has illness or tribulations...”
Though I regarded myself as a good person, I had forgotten that karma is carried forward from our previous lives. Who knew what evil deeds I might have committed in my former life?
While in the intensive care unit, I witnessed a number of patients of all ages die. This further contributed to my determination to resume practicing Dafa.
Three days later, the head nurse asked me if I would be willing to shave my head for an exam. If I was willing and the scans showed nothing wrong, I would be free to return home. Initially reluctant, I finally agreed as I saw it offered me the opportunity to return home to my family and children.
The doctors discovered that my peripheral blood vessels were too narrow to be used for the test, so they took me to the operating room at 10:30 a.m. to do a central venous infusion instead. I awoke from anesthesia to find myself in the intensive care unit at 3:30 p.m. that afternoon. I vaguely knew that I had had surgery, though I was not clear on the specifics. A tube had been placed in my head to drain blood and fluids from around my brain.
That night, a nurse reported to the on-duty doctor that 200 ml of fluids had drained through my tube. Concerned, the doctor said that was too much and instructed the nurse to close the valve. I got scared and nervous when I heard them discussing my condition.
Isolated from my family further fueled my loneliness and sense of helplessness. At that time, I remembered something Master taught:
“It is known that what actually causes people to become ill is seventy percent psychological and thirty percent physiological. Typically, one experiences a mental breakdown, the mind cannot handle it, and one suffers a heavy mental burden before the illness’ condition drastically worsens. It is usually like this.” ( Lecture Six, Zhuan Falun )
This encouraged me, but I was still afraid to go to sleep for fear that I would never wake up again.
The following morning, as soon as I saw my mother and husband. I started scolding them: “Why did you agree to let them operate on me? I was ready to return home and cultivate to full recovery!” My mother comforted me, “It’s all right. You can still practice, even after surgery! Master will still take care of you!”
When I told them how scared and lonely I felt, my mother reassured me: “That ‘fear’ does not originate from your own self. You have the support of Master and the Fa. You have nothing to fear!”
I asked my mother for a Dafa protective amulet, but she refused to give me one. “It’s too chaotic in here. Bringing an amulet here would be disrespectful of the Fa. Recite ‘Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good’ and you will be fine.”
After their visit I was wheeled back into intensive care and finally fell asleep after close to 30 hours of wakefulness. I awoke the following day refreshed and rested. Five days after the surgery, I was transferred to the general ward where doctors encouraged me to start moving around. I needed to use the restroom, so my mother accompanied me to the toilet. But as I was attempting to return back to my bed, my legs suddenly refused to move and I started feeling lightheaded.
Worried, my mother called for help. I silently recited, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” three times and the tension suddenly disappeared. An indescribable feeling of comfort washed over me as I took a couple of deep breaths. This was the amazing power of Falun Dafa! I silently expressed my heartfelt gratitude to Master.
By then, the doctor, nurses, and my husband had rushed to my side and carried me back to my bed. A nurse took my blood pressure and found it was normal. However, the doctor cautioned me against future trips to the toilet.
I only found out ten days later that what I had thought was a test procedure was a major surgery to remove a massive, 5x7.2mm tumor from my brain. Our local hospital had refused to admit me, recommending I be taken to one that was better equipped to deal with my situation. At the time I was admitted, I was unconscious. My hands were rigid and foam was coming out of my mouth. Only after I regained consciousness was I downgraded from the critical unit to the intensive care unit.
While I was in the hospital, I clarified the facts behind the persecution of Dafa to the families of three fellow patients who shared my ward. My experience in the hospital also convinced my family of the goodness of Dafa. My mother-in-law even asked my husband to give away all her Buddhist statues and started to practice Dafa.
After I was released, I stayed with my parents and started studying the Fa and doing the exercises with them. Within three days, I was able to do the first four exercises. However, I still had much room for improvement in doing the fifth exercise.
Soon after I resumed cultivating, I started showing symptoms of hives. My entire body, except my face, itched, and dark brown patches of peeling skin started to form. The itching stopped whenever I meditated, studied the Fa, or did the exercises. I started studying the Fa while sitting in the full lotus position.
After my hives disappeared, my left calf and foot started to feel unnaturally cold. The soles of my feet became numb and the skin felt thick when touched. My symptoms became worse by the day, and I began to limp. My mother offered me encouragement: “It is nothing serious. Master is helping you eliminate karma.” However, the fear remained. It took intensive Fa study and regular sending righteous thoughts to eliminate it.
During this period of recovery, I often heard the sound of a rapidly rotating metal sheet. Because I always heard the sound while I was in bed, I initially thought the sound originated from the radiator. But when I put my ear next to the radiator, I heard no such sound. Then, when I pulled away, the sound resumed for a few more minutes before vanishing. When the sound resumed two days later, I covered my ears and heard the spinning sound resounding in my head. I asked my parents what was happening, and they told me what I heard was the Falun rotating!
I reached a point in my recovery where I could return to my mother-in-law’s home and also reopen my clothing store. The year before, I had actually planned to close my store permanently out of a selfish desire to spend more time relaxing and avoiding hardship. Many women in our village did not work for a living. Why then should I work so hard? Cultivation practice, however, opened my eyes and kindled my desire to continue my business.
I still needed to do the three things well, including clarifying the facts to save people. I could use my personal experience to convince others of the power of Dafa. As cultivators, we have to be considerate of others. My parents-in-law are nearly 70, and their work as farmers does not guarantee them a steady income. With three young children to feed, my husband would have to bear the burden of earning enough to support our entire family. As his spouse, it is my responsibility to help shoulder this burden.
Soon after I reopened my business, neighbors and acquaintances came to visit. “Why don’t you rest at home for a few more months? Why work so hard? You are really strong to have recovered so fast after such a major surgery!” I replied, “It is all thanks to Falun Dafa. Although I wake up at 4 a.m. each day to do the exercises, I do not feel sleepy and have plenty of energy for the rest of the day.” Even my neighbor commented, “From your healthy complexion, one would not have guessed that you recently had surgery!”
My husband recently asked me to have an MRI scan. Initially I refused, deeming it a waste of money. However, he persuaded me, saying, “You have been practicing for a long time now. Just to make sure. If there are no problems, won’t that validate the power of Dafa?” The evidence of modern medical science would indeed help better convince ordinary people, and I agreed to have the scan. As expected, the results verified that I had recovered completely!
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