(Minghui.org) In 1995, when I was 35, I suffered from many illnesses, including chronic fatigue syndrome, a 6-centimeter (2.4-inch) growth on my uterus, fluid on the lungs, chronic stomach pain, and severe headaches whenever I went outside in the winter. I was too weak to work and was taking medication every six hours.
Later, I was diagnosed with nasal cancer. I broke down completely, having lost all hope of living, and cried every day. My husband was devastated as well. He cried, “Without you, how will our child and I survive? Even if I have to sell our house and land, I’ll find a way to pay for your treatment.” My 13-year-old child knelt before me and said, “Mom, don’t worry. I’ll quit school and earn money to buy your medicine.”
On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year in 1996, my husband and I visited my cousin. The house was packed with people. I saw a portrait on the wall, thought it was an image of a Buddha, and asked my cousin, “Where did you buy this portrait?” Several people in the room exchanged glances, which puzzled me.
One asked, “Can’t you read?” I replied, “No, I have never been to school.” They told me they practice Falun Dafa and that it was a portrait of their Master. Someone said, “You look very pale. You should start practicing right away.” I agreed.
My husband, however, disagreed and insisted that I return home to prepare for surgery to remove the uterine growths. I talked it over with my cousin, who agreed to pick me up in the future so I could learn the exercises.
Nine days later, she came for me. On the way to her home, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my nose. I leaned against my husband’s back and covered my nose with my hands for the entire trip. When we arrived, I moved my hands away, and the pain was gone. I could breathe freely again. A Falun Dafa practitioner said, “Your predestined relationship is really strong. Master is already looking after you.”
While at my cousin’s, I learned the five exercises and left with a copy of Falun Gong, the introductory book to the practice.
After returning home, one by one, all my illnesses disappeared. My entire family was overjoyed. When my neighbors and fellow villagers saw the changes in me, they also came to learn Falun Dafa. Within a month, more than 40 people learned the practice, and my home became a site for group Fa study and exercises.
One night, I suddenly felt a sharp pain behind one ear, so intense I couldn’t sleep. In the morning, I noticed that my mouth was crooked. I thought, “It’s nothing, practitioners don’t get sick.”
It was planting season for sugar beets. My son was at school, and my husband was working out of the town, so I was all alone.
A fellow practitioner said, “You should rest. We’ll help you plant the beets.” I replied, “I can’t just lie around at home. That would be like admitting I’m sick.” I insisted on going out to the field. Even as tears streamed down my face from the pain in my ear, my determination never wavered.
About a week later, all the beets were planted. My husband came home and insisted that I go to the hospital. I told him, “I will be fine. All those illnesses I had before have gone away, and even my nasal cancer is gone. You know that.” But he refused to listen and even asked our relatives to persuade me to see a doctor.
When no one could convince me to go to hospital, he became so angry that he slammed the door, cursed, and even threatened to call the police. In my heart, I said to Master, “He’s making such a scene, so I’ll just go along with what he wants.”
The doctor said I had facial paralysis and that fewer than 2% of patients fully recover. My husband forced me to take medication, but instead of getting better, my face swelled up like a steamed bun. I silently asked Master for help.
Just then, my second cousin, who lived out of town, arrived, so I said I wanted to visit her because she knew an elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor who practiced acupuncture for free. My husband let me go.
At my cousin’s home, I continued studying the Fa and practicing the exercises. Around 3 a.m., she checked on me and exclaimed, “Oh my, the swelling in your face has gone down. This practice really works!” I stayed there for five days, studying the Fa and doing the exercises.
When I returned home, my husband saw the swelling had gone down, yet he forced me to take the medication again. By 11 p.m., my face had swelled again, and the pain was so severe I couldn’t sleep. At 3 a.m., I woke my husband, and my appearance frightened him. I told him, “I know you mean well, but taking more medicine made the swelling worse. I am under Master’s care.” Helplessly, he replied, “Then don’t take it anymore.”
Even so, he kept trying to persuade me to undergo acupuncture treatments. Then one day, he suddenly began slurring his words. He thought it was caused by the contaminated cabbage we had at home. I said, “Our neighbors ate the same cabbage, and none of them had any problems. This could be a warning to you.”
Over the next six months, I persisted in studying the Fa, doing the exercises, and taking on even more housework than before. My husband, however, remained unhappy and irritable. At the slightest inconvenience, he would slam the table, glare at me, and lash out in anger. I always treated him with kindness. Whenever friends, relatives, or neighbors asked, “When will you get better if you are not taking any medicine?” I simply replied, “When the time is right, I’ll be fine.”
Eventually, I let go of my worry and stopped caring about my appearance. One day, while practicing the second exercise, I suddenly felt as though my forehead were splitting open and the top of my head were swelling. I became frightened, but immediately realized that Master was adjusting my body.
After finishing the exercises, I went to the kitchen to cook a meal. Suddenly I felt that I could move the left side of my face. I hurried to the mirror. My mouth was straight, my face wasn’t crooked anymore, and my eye wasn’t slanted, either. The joy I felt was indescribable.
When my husband came home that evening, he stared at me in disbelief and asked, “This isn’t a dream, is it?” I said, “Do you believe now? Master healed me.” He was overjoyed, and from then on, he helped me with the chores.
The next day, when people saw me, they said, “She’s fully recovered.” “It’s amazing. When the time was right, she became fine.” “Falun Dafa is truly extraordinary!” Later, several more people began the practice.
Master transformed me from a person plagued by illness into a healthy, happy practitioner, and enabled me, a person who was once illiterate, to read all 54 Dafa books.
I am deeply grateful to our compassionate and great Mater.
(Selected submission in celebration of 2026 World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)