I Recovered from Advanced Breast Cancer in Months

(Minghui.org) I began to practice Falun Dafa in 2005. I would like to share my remarkable cultivation experience to validate the wonder of Dafa and show my gratitude for Master’s saving grace.

Several years ago, I noticed a lump on my left arm. I did not pay much attention to it but my sister-in-law told me that her own sister had a similar lump that turned out to be breast cancer. I was shocked to hear that. I knew it was wrong to feel that way, but I did not fully eliminate that thought. From time to time, I would think about it, and it became an attachment.

In 2020 I had an argument with my husband and started to really resent him. A couple of days later, I felt a lump in my left breast. I remembered what my sister-in-law told me and I became fearful. I knew it was caused by my unrighteous thought and I did not eliminate it in a timely manner.

The lump grew larger, and my breast turned hard. Fellow practitioners helped me by sending forth righteous thoughts, but I felt my cultivation was poor, and my belief in Master and Dafa was not firm. I became more worried and fearful.

Then my breast started to swell and bleed, and finally, it burst. Blood gushed out of a hole the size of a bowl. The rotten flesh on the edge of the wound was horrible. I asked Master to save me, and I sincerely recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” The bleeding slowed, and I was taken to the hospital.

The doctor who saw me was stunned. He said, “I have been a doctor for 30 years, and I have never seen anything this bad. Your entire breast has split open.” At that time, the doctor could not clean the wound because it would just continue to bleed—a potentially dangerous situation. “Prepare for the worst,” he told my family.

I was extremely weak and pale, but I was clear-minded. I knew I was a cultivator and Master Li (Dafa’s founder) was watching over me. I kept reciting, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.”

I was examined and told I had advanced breast cancer. The huge lesion was as deep as my ribs. The flesh was necrotic and turned black. It smelled and continued to bleed—it was gruesome.

I had a dream while I was in the hospital that I was walking with other people whose bags were empty, while I carried a large bundle of corn. I realized Master was giving me a hint to let go of my fear of death and my attachment to life.

Another time, I dreamed of an entity lying on a bed with its spirit halfway in and halfway out. I heard someone say, “When you care for others, you can live on.” I was not quite sure what to make of that.

I was released in a few days to go home and wait for the second round of chemotherapy, although the doctor seemed to suggest that I might not be able to withstand the treatment.

When I got home, I had another dream in which others had already done their harvesting, but I had yet to do mine. I went home to get the equipment, but someone with a sickle in his hand named “Zhaojie” stopped me. After a while, he let me go and said, “I was just joking.”

“Zhaojie” is pronounced the same as “enormous calamity” in Chinese. I realized that this tribulation was a huge calamity for me but that I would be fine eventually, that Master was helping me eliminate my karma that had accumulated for many lives.

A few days later, I came down with a 102°F fever that lasted for days. When I was hospitalized, my white blood cell count was only 400/ul (normal is 4,500 to 11,000/ul). The doctor told us that my bone marrow had stopped making white blood cells. My fever then spiked to over 103°F. The doctor issued a critical condition notice and told my son, “If your mother’s fever does not subside, she is in grave danger.”

That night I was in and out of consciousness. My body was very light, like a piece of paper, floating up and down in another dimension. I came to a crowded bridge. Under the bridge was a ten thousand-foot abyss that the people on the bridge were falling down into and dying.

I was about to fall and was terrified. I held onto the bridge and used all my strength to shout, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Immediately, a golden Buddha statue rose up and my body floated toward it. I woke up and my fever was gone!

I felt comfortable and in good spirits the next morning as if nothing had happened the night before. I knew at the critical moment Master had saved my life and purified my body.

I successfully completed two rounds of chemotherapy and I survived! The doctors and nurses all commented, “What a miracle!”

“When you care for others, you can live,” I remembered that sentence. I thought I wanted to do it from now on, to let go of self, be considerate of others, and cultivate to be a selfless being. I wanted to save all the beings in my dimension. I told them, “I just want to save you, to have you assimilate to Dafa with me, and to say with me, 'Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’”

I discovered that I had not been truly cultivating my xinxing over so many years. I should have looked within a long time ago. I treated doing Dafa things as cultivation. But I still had so many attachments, such as competitiveness, resentment, selfishness, the mentality of showing off, lust, and fear. It was so dangerous!

I said to Master in my heart, “Thank you, Master, for saving me! I cultivated so poorly but Master still took care of me. I am determined to become a true disciple from now on, to cultivate my xinxing, and to act according to the Falun Dafa principles. I will consider others first in everything and anything, be diligent, and do the three things well.”

Whenever the doctor came to dress my wound, my family would ask, “Will it heal on its own?”

The doctor replied, “It’s going to be hard without surgery. She had end-stage cancer. The wound is deep and infected. If we cut all of it out, the wound would be too large without a skin graft. And even with a skin graft, the chances aren’t good barring a miracle. Unless new flesh grows, it’s going to be tough. We will have to wait and see.”

The doctor seemed to lose hope. He just came daily to clean and bandage it. I firmly believed that my wound would heal—I was a Dafa disciple and I had Master! I told my family, “The wound will heal on its own. Master is almighty.”

The next time he came, the doctor was pleasantly surprised. I heard him say to his assistant, “Look, there’s a lot of new flesh growing, which is very rare and a good sign!”

When I was in the hospital, I studied the Fa and did the exercises whenever I could. I also recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good” often. In another dream, I heard a voice say, “The wound is healed.”

A few days later, the doctor was particularly surprised and said, “It’s already starting to heal. I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s coming along really well!” From then on, the wound shrank rapidly. In a month or so, the skin was as flat and smooth as before, with no sign of a scar. It was incredible!

Several days later the lump on my arm also disappeared. From that point on, I was completely recovered. Everyone exclaimed that it was a miracle!

Now I am healthy, my skin is fair and delicate, and I look much younger. My family and relatives, who’d been so worried and grief-stricken, are now relieved and happy. Everyone was amazed to witness the wonder of Dafa!

My gratitude is beyond words. Thank you, Master, for your saving grace! I will not let you down. I will cultivate with diligence and do the three things well.