Breast Implant Illness – A Living Nightmare

Breast Implant Illness

The information contained this book can be life-saving although for so many years, I had not the faintest idea that I would one day desperately need to know all this. If I’d had access to this information then, it would have saved me possibly ten years of grief. I was having strange things happen in my body that neither I nor any of the many medical professionals of nearly every specialty that I consulted could explain. There was no help there, and, in fact, we were all baffled. I knew something was going on, and it was soon obvious that it was going to be up to me to find out what it was. There was nowhere else for me to turn.

I was extremely fit, healthy, had a perfect BMI (body mass index), had finished six Ironman Triathlons, and had even set three age-group world fitness records at the famed Cooper Aerobics Center in Dallas, Texas. I was on no medications because I didn’t need any. I had nice low blood pressure readings, normal cholesterol levels, perfect blood sugar readings, scored high on bone density tests, and the ideal body weight for my 5 ft. 6 in. height.

Although not a medical doctor but armed with my Ph.D. in Health Management, I knew there was something going on. I kept looking for the cause, but I was always coming up with blanks. In fact, early on, if someone had suggested the actual cause, I would have dismissed it immediately. After all, I “knew” that silicone breast implants could not possibly be the cause. I’d been told for years that silicone was inert and, therefore, “safe.”

Once I found out that they were slowly poisoning my body and might even be killing me, I knew it was imperative to get this information out to people. I know that it might still be dismissed as it takes an average of 17 years for major changes to be universally accepted in the field of medicine. But there was clearly a need for this information as I soon found out how little was out there. Very few answers, very little research, and not even very many people asking the right questions.

Several years ago, I woke up at 3 a.m., unfortunately, my usual time back then, when a song that was popular in my childhood, “Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life” popped into my head. I immediately came fully awake with an “A-ha!” moment. I thought, yes, there are lots of mysteries of life that I’d been finding over the years, and I’d just now found another one. This is a story that needs to be told now!