(Clearwisdom.net) I feel great happiness since beginning cultivation in Falun Dafa, as it allowed me to escape death and subsequently improve my health and elevate my mind. Two thirds of my hair had fallen out, but has now grown back and is thick, though some is short and some long. It makes me feel beautiful, because Dafa has given it to me.

I turned 24 in the summer of 2009, had a stable job and a good starting point for my career. I had great hopes for my future. However, one day I suddenly lost consciousness at work. Various examinations at different hospitals led to a leukemia diagnosis. I was shocked, and full of despair and only knew to cry. My mom rushed to the hospital and also could do nothing but cry with me.

On my family and relatives' urging I decided to follow the doctors' suggestions and check into a hospital for chemotherapy. According to leukemia experts the whole chemotherapy treatment regimen would be given in seven cycles. No one could guarantee success, especially the very first treatment. After completing the seven cycles of chemotherapy, the patient's remaining life span would also be uncertain. Moreover, it would take a fortune to go through the whole process; the first cycle costing about 50,000 yuan. This was a heavy blow for my family with limited means. With donations from colleagues and relatives, we managed to gather 50,000 yuan.

Two Dafa practitioner relatives arrived to see me three days before my hospitalization for chemotherapy. They cheered me up talking about Dafa's principles. Speaking to me about the purpose of life and the reasons behind illnesses, they advised me how to face my illnesses and future. I had previously heard of Dafa, but never entered the door of cultivation. After listening to them I was in a much brighter mood.

The first day of my hospitalization I was at my lowest point as my symptoms seemed to get worse. I had no appetite and shed tears at the sight of light. I also felt nauseous, dizzy and extremely fatigued. My skin was yellowish, and I suffered from bleeding gums. My ears rang, and my head was hurting like it was about to split open. I had petechiae, purpura, and ecchymosis all over my body. My mom held me, and we cried together.

Then I thought about one of the two relatives who came to visit me, a Dafa disciple in his 70s. I called him. He arrived in my ward one hour later. He walked in with a big smile on his face and steamed buns in his hands. He asked me if I had anything to eat. I shook my head. He simply handed me the buns, and I started to eat. They were so tasty that I ate four in a row.

Then I suddenly felt a warm current going through my whole body from head to toe. All my symptoms miraculously disappeared! When I told my relative how I felt he said, "Dafa disciples all have Master's Fashen protecting them. You have a predestined relationship with Dafa. Master is compassionate and cleaned up the bad things from your body. You should cherish and remember to recite often 'Falun Dafa is good.'" I promised to do so.

On the second day of my hospitalization, June 3, 2009, I had petechiae (small red bumps) everywhere on my body. My whole skin felt like it was just rubbed with iodine; even my fingers were the color of iodine. Later that day a practitioner relative took me home and taught me to do all the five sets of the exercises. After I finished the exercises a miracle happened. My skin changed color and glowed with a healthy complexion. My family and I were elated. But I failed to realize that Master was already watching over me, so after dinner I went back to the hospital.

The next day three relatives, all practitioners, came to see me. They spoke to me of Dafa principles and read Zhuan Falun aloud to me. I felt my mind and body go through significant changes. However, since I had only cultivated for a short time my mindset was not yet stable. With them talking to me my mood lifted. As soon as they left me alone for a while I felt extremely down. Thus I developed strong attachments to them, hoping they could stay with me all the time. As a result, when they clarified the truth to my ward mates someone reported them to the authorities. Even though my relatives managed to escape from police, I felt depressed, and my condition quickly worsened.

The hospital issued a notice of "critical condition" for me and emphasized I would have a cerebral hemorrhage, even die if I didn't do chemotherapy on time. The cancer cells were eating large quantities of healthy cells every day. My mom signed the consent form to have me go through chemotherapy under pressure.

During my chemotherapy treatment one relative called me every day asking me to recite, "Falun Dafa is good and Zhen-Shen-Ren is good" numerous times. He advised me to recite it with all my heart, and have every one of my cells do this at the same time. I tried hard to follow his suggestions.

While undergoing chemotherapy I stayed in an antiseptic ward and received injections from morning to night every day. When my left hand became swollen the nurses injected my right hand. When my right hand also got swollen they switched to my feet. I couldn't even open my mouth due to the pain. The pain was beyond description. I only knew to cry.

My aunt, a Dafa disciple, came to the hospital to see me. Her words gave me endless comfort and made me realize that only Dafa could save my life. The fourth day of my chemotherapy I was lying in bed all by myself. I felt very tired and soon fell asleep. Then, in a dream, I saw a friend coming to see me. As he spoke and smiled he suddenly turned into a dark cloud that soon spread all over the ward. I had no strength at all. I couldn't open my eyes or shout a word. The heavens and earth were turning, but I was still clear in my mind. I was quite anxious and suddenly thought of Master and called out in my mind, "Master, save me!" With this thought I saw light in front of my eyes and I was able to open them. I managed to lift my body and called my family to me. I was filled with gratitude toward Master and thought to myself that I would re-enter cultivation once the first chemotherapy treatment was over.

According to hospital procedures and the conventional protocol of treating leukemia, the rest period between chemotherapy treatment cycles was usually one week, which meant I had to come back for a second round. I had already made up my mind to discontinue chemotherapy. I returned to my hometown and began to study the Fa and do the exercises. My hair started to fall out in large amounts. I was even afraid of taking showers, as I didn't want to see my hair fall out. Looking into the mirror was also painful. After all, I was only 24.

Once I learned the exercises I corrected the movements with the help of my practitioner relatives. Following their suggestions I began to memorize Zhuan Falun. Whenever I had doubts or questions, my relatives offered me insights. As soon as I slacked off, they urged me to be diligent. My black and swollen feet made it extremely hard to even put my two legs together, not to mention crossing them on top of each other. Every time I did the meditation, I was sweating all over due to the pain. Now looking back, I didn't even know how I went through this.

My relatives kept reminding me to be clear about my purpose of entering into Dafa cultivation. They asked if I would still continue cultivation were I completely healthy now? I knew that they were veteran practitioners and had gone through various cultivation processes and didn't simply ask me casual questions. I also kept asking myself this question and reminded myself to be diligent. I went through rapid changes.

It's been almost half a year since my first chemotherapy treatment. My changes have made people in my hometown see the wonders of Dafa. After learning the truth they know better about the brutality and villainous nature of the Chinese Communist Party. I also returned to my old workplace and shared my experiences with my colleagues who gradually changed their attitudes toward Dafa. Some of them even did the three withdrawals.

As one of my relatives put it, I had already "died" once. Now not only did I regain a new life but was also fortunate enough to begin the once in a million years opportunity to cultivate Dafa. It would be impossible for people who haven't begun cultivation to understand the joy I feel.

Dafa and Master gave me a second life. I will cherish it greatly. I will use my miraculous experiences to tell people, "Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is the righteous law."

I thank Master for His salvation!