A personal account of my life with extreme illness caused by breast implants, 1972 to 1995.
I was implanted in 1972, in Calgary, Alberta, with Dow Corning breast implants, 500 Series, 540 Sub-Series. I was explanted 21 years later in Vancouver, B.C. I was not told of possible complications. If I had known that the MAXIMUM life expectancy of implants was eight years, I would never have had them put into my body.
On explantation, my implants were checked by Dr. Pierre Blais, of Ottawa Canada, a biochemist and specialist in medical product design and failure analysis. He is a world expert on breast implants. He determined that the fill holes were never properly sealed. There was so much wear that many holes were found in both implants.
Prior to explantation, on November 2 1993, I had blood analysis done at the Immunosciences Lab., Inc., 1801 S. La Cienega Blvd., Suite 302, Los Angeles, CA, 90035. Canada does not have a lab that can do blood analysis on silicone. My expenses totaled $650.00 U.S. (the difference in the CDN dollar to the U.S. dollar was 30%, at that time) paid for by myself. The Lab took $100.00 off for me as a birthday gift.
The blood work reads like a nightmare. IgG silicone antibody reading of 100, yet the lab allows only a reading of 10, for IV tubes, antacid compounds, prescriptions, etc.
You do not need to be a rocket scientist to understand from this blood report that I am suffering from the ill effects of silicone. Yet I was constantly told that silicone is inert, that absolutely nothing was wrong, that every weird and wonderful test had been done, and that I should do more work in my vocation selling Real Estate.
I had constant pressure in my head caused from pain that made it impossible to think properly. My brain was so full of silicone toxins that I was getting lost while driving, even in my own neighborhood six blocks from home.
I was working as a realtor, driving past houses I was showing and always late for appointments, no matter how hard I tried. It was extremely frustrating, and embarrassing for me, as I always had placed in the top of my class, even in college.
I had constant pain in my stomach, always a slow burn that never stopped. No food agreed with me. My stone-impacted gall bladder was removed in 1975. It made no difference.
Both hands became crippled with arthritis after the age of 58, not before. I could not hold the steering wheel of the car firmly enough. On turning a corner, I would be over the center line, on the wrong side of the road into oncoming traffic.
Every doctor that I consulted did not really hear me or believe me and never suggested I get the implants out. They assured me, after 2 mammograms and an ultrasound, that they were 100%, “YOU ARE ONE OF THE LUCKY ONES”. What an empty statement.
My energy fell to almost zero. I was bedridden for almost the entire day.
A friend of mine for over 40 years, who had a health centre in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, attended a class of Wendell Hoffmann’s. She was elated, for here was energy healing to help me overcome whatever disease I had or was coming down with. She gave me a great deal of product at her own expense. Soon, I was able to be out of bed three-quarters of the day.
I was so toxic, full of lifestyle poison and the silicone. Now, 20 years later, an open-minded doctor will confess: yes, silicone is inert in the lab petri dish but not in the human body.
I could not walk to the bathroom during the night without crashing into furniture. The walk is 12 feet long and 37 inches wide. The pain was so severe when I stood up, for at least the last seven years, and my legs retained so much water, that I would sway back and forth, bumping into furniture on the way there. Many times I even fell into the wall or back onto the bed.
My feet hurt so much, waking me up at night with pain as if I was walking on thorns. Other times, I would swear I was walking on fresh crushed gravel barefoot. My bones used to hurt so much and I had bruises on my legs that were four years old.
My husband and I had dinner in the city centre at Christmas, 1992, before ex-plantation. When I got up to go to the restroom I almost lost my balance. As I was trying to regain my balance, two waiters came to help me. I know they thought I was drunk, and I had not had anything to drink. This and other reasons soon keep silicone victims housebound. It is embarrassing to say the least.
It is now 2010, and my feet and legs still trouble me very much but there has been some improvement. Getting breast implants, to help me fit into “off-the-rack” clothing was truly not worth it, as I managed very well beforehand. I was never told the truth by any GP (general practitioner). I realize now that all doctors are in denial. The GP makes finders fees from the plastic surgeon for referrals and also makes money on the extra office visits you make. The Plastic Surgeon sees you for more implants, as they do not last more than eight years. You are on this treadmill that keeps going, and you become a victim in a trail of tears.
My sole reason and purpose for this testimony today is in the hope that I can spare other women from the pain I must endure daily because I went against nature, trusting doctors that breast implants are ‘safe’ just to look better in a dress. Getting breast implants was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life. Trying to improve on my wonderful body, which was really perfect, was a horrific insult. I will suffer for the rest of my life and I can only warn women now. I have many articles on my website. Print out whatever you choose. It is all verified and the complete truth. (Small breasts are not a disease as the plastic surgeons want women to believe.)
In 1985, I lost my wife, Marguerite, after a nine-year battle with cancer, she was only 38 years old. When she had her first mastectomy she was offered a breast implant, which she declined. This proved to be a wise choice since her cancer returned on the same side. If she had had a breast implant, the cancer would have been hidden and she would have died sooner than she did. Unfortunately, when a lump appeared in the other breast, a biopsy proved that it was benign but this procedure left her breast lumpy. When cancer did appear in this breast it was masked and the cancer metastasized before it was detected.
When I married my present wife, Adella, she had had breast implants for many years. She had several health challenges but was coping well enough until she fell and broke one of her capsules. She began to deteriorate more rapidly than I knew at this time. She would collapse after supper and I would have to wake her up to go to bed. Little did I know that she was often sleeping most of the day while I was at work. She would often garble her sentences and forget things that had happened only a short time ago. She had a rash on her neck and severe pains that ran up into her head. After her explantation, she began the slow process of recovery but, with silicone still in her system, recovery is never complete.
Before Adella was explanted, I attended a meeting with her of women who had breast implants. It was soon apparent that the women shared many of the same complaints. The women had varying degrees of illness depending a lot on their age and the age and condition of their implants. Adella and several of the women wanted to form a society. Most would only participate if Adella assumed the position of president, a post she retains to this day. And so, the I.A.S. Implant Awareness Society was born.
Since our original secretary-treasurer was not keeping any books, I assumed that task and soon was filling the position of treasurer. Since I had a background in technical writing, I
was soon given the task of proofreading and editing all the correspondence of the society, much of which was posted on our portion of the website we shared with Tony Lambert in Quebec.
My participation in the society has been rewarding. We have helped many women both locally and in many parts of Canada, the US, and other parts of the world. When my wife, due to her illness, found it difficult to proceed, I would tell her to remember all the women that told her she had saved their life.