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Updated: Jan 13, 2020

Off the grid or on the wrong planet?

I was born a health food nut and spent many hours in prayer explaining to my Father in Heaven that I don't fit in this world of alcohol, drugs, and so-called "modern medicine." I never bought into any of it. I believed there had been some terrible mistake. I should have been born into another generation or on another planet. A place where life was simple - where I could roam the wilderness, pick manna off trees, and know everything about plants.

I also loved the Church, any church. From the time I was five years old, I begged my parents to take me to Church. I loved being around people who loved God and still do. I loved the stories about Jesus, manna, and how God warned people not to hurt little children. I felt safe there. Nothing has changed. I'm still a health food nut, and still love hanging out at Church.

Something went terribly wrong along the way ...

Most of my life, I have honored and enjoyed these two traits, except during one time of extreme stress in 1979. I was a young mom, excited about my new baby, but separated from my husband. I was depressed when I made the worst unhealthy decision of my life. I decided in order to feel better about myself, I needed to have breast-implants. What the heck was I thinking?

Obviously, not one of my best moves.

The next forty years, after that horrible decision, was evidence of a nightmare consisting of an onslaught of thirty-plus different health issues. I didn't realize these symptoms/dis-eases were caused by implanting fake-breasts. Like all the other naive ladies, I was told and believed they were safe and would last a lifetime. "Lifetime?" Yes, because they shorten your life. And safe? There was no research backing up that lie.

Last September, my symptoms escalated.

My old forty-year-faithful tricks of natural treatments such as fasting, raw-vegan diet, perfect exercise routines, excellent everything - were no longer bringing about healthy responses as they had in the past. While trying to figure out why they weren't working, I accidentally discovered several articles about: "Breast Implant Illness." One, in particular, really spoke to me, by the Medical Medium. What the heck?

Shocked when I first heard the term "breast-implant-illness"

I wondered why breast implants were being referred to as an "illness?" But my research and honest evaluation of the past forty years of symptoms and dis-eases - made me face reality: I had been fooling myself. I had made the dumb mistake to install time-bombs inside my already beautiful body, even "boob-ticking-time-bombs," or "boob-bombs," for short.

Even more confusing was returning to the very industry that had betrayed and beguiled me into accepting implants as safe. Hat-in-hand, having to be humble, I returned to the world of fake-breasts. But this time I found experts who admitted implants were unsafe and were no longer implanting them. God bless these individuals.

The good news is my explant-surgery is scheduled for March 2nd.

The bad news? I've spent the last forty years suffering off-and-on from irritable bowel, chronic cough, burning eyes, joint pain, weight gain, brain hiccups, indigestion, energy crashes, and much more. I'm sure if I had embraced the medical world, I would have been diagnosed with diabetes, fibromyalgia, Lyme, autoimmune disorders, and other such modern "science-based" medical mysteries. "Science-based?" Give me a break. Lies, lies, lies.

Why my biases are very deep ...

In my experience, the medical world only matches up symptoms with their drugs. They are fantastic at emergency care, but ignorant in the world of chronic or "mystery" illnesses. They would have practiced on me, as they do on so many other women who are deathly ill from breast implants, or other "female" dis-eases. My health would have been further ruined by medical-science as they would have messed up my only chance of healing: building my immune system.

Now I'm on a fantastic path to heal forty years of symptoms, including whatever damage has taken place by the capsules which hold the implants. There is evidence they have grown into muscle, bone and lung tissue. Ouch. Get these ticking-time-bombs out ASAP, so I can have my life/health back. There have been many women who didn't get them out in time, and they are dead.

Join me on this journey ...

Please join me on this discovery and healing journey from now thru March 2nd, surgery, and then the path to health. Many thanks to other brave females who have shared their experiences with me regarding their private IMPLANTING and EXPLANTING ordeals.

According to the new, enlightened, and compassionate plastic surgeons, I have hope these symptoms will reverse and, over time, may even disappear along with these alien, toxic boob-bombs.

Hyperbaric Oxygen Treatment is a must

My treatment protocol is to add hyperbaric oxygen treatments to the surgery in order to heal faster and avoid scar tissue. To say I'm nervous and concerned about all this is an understatement. Still, I am excited to remove the toxic mass of heavy metals that come with all implants.

Silicone and Saline : There are NO SAFE IMPLANTS

Don't be fooled or lulled into believing that any of these are safe. None of the implants are safe, and there has been NO testing. We have been lied to, again, ladies. We've been "hacked" by a world wanting our money and doesn't care about our health. They trick us because we have been encouraged to believe body perfection will fix our sadness.

We have to find other ways ...

Guess what? We are already perfect. Once we know that - believe it and act on it; the world will accept it as well. And if they don't, who cares about what they think?