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PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CHECK OUT THIS WEBSITE  
ALL KINDS OF INFORMATION AND SUPPORT; 
PLEASE KNOW ALTHOUGH ALOT OF SYMPTOMS ARE LISTED 
IN ASSOCIATION TO SILICONE POISONING;SILICONE ASSOCIATED DISEASES; 
FROM BREAST IMPLANTS;MANY ARE NOT. 
I ENCOURAGE AND URGE THOSE WHO HAVE,HAD OR ARE CONSIDERING GETTING THESE UNSAFE TOXIC TICKING TIMEBOMBS TO PLEASE CHECK OUT THE FOLLOWING WEBSITE 
LISTED BELOW,WHICH OFFERS YOUNG GIRLS AND WOMEN HOPE AND STRENGTH  
AMONG OTHER THINGS TO PLEASE ALSO CHECK OUT THE FOLLOWING WEBSITES; 
AS IT MAY JUST HELP,REACH,AND SAVE YOUR PRECIOUS;PRICELESS HEALTH;LIFE 
AND SO MANY OTHERS! MAYBE YOU OR SOMEONE,PEOPLE YOU KNOW! 
 
THE SILICONE HOLOCAUST 
 
BREAST IMPLANTS TRUTH OR DARE 
 
BREAST IMPLANTS THE HIDDEN PARTS 
 
THE NATIONAL INSTITUTE OF CANCER SPELLS OUT RISKS OF BREAST IMPLANTS 
 
KACEY LONG 
 
( ONE OF MY MANY SISTERS /FRIENDS WEBSITE;ALSO;JUST ONE OF LITERALLY HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS AND COUNTING YOUNG GIRLS AND WOMEN SUFFERING SILICONE POISONING;SILICONE ASSOCIATED DISEASES FROM ALL BREAST IMPLANTS) 
 
IN THE KNOW ( CELEBRITY WEBSITE;) 
 
DR. FRANK VASSEY;WHERE THERES SMOKE THERES FIRE 
 
DR. HENRY JENNYS SILLYCONES COMMENTS; 
 
DOCTOR HENRY JENNY IS THE INVENTOR OF THE SALINE IMPLANT! 
HE WAS PULLED OF LARRY KING LIVE JUST SECONDS BEFORE HE 
WAS GOING TO TELL AMERICA;OTHERS THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT ALL BREAST IMPLANTS 
JUST ANOTHER PRIME EXAMPLE OF THE $$$$$$$$CONTROLLED MEDIA. 
 
JENNY JONES WEBSITE;HER BREAST IMPLANT STORY; 
 
IT IS BELIEVED SHE LOST HER SHOW BECAUSE OF TELLING THE PUBLIC THE TRUTH 
AGAIN ANOTHER PRIME EXAMPLE OF THE $$$$$$$$CONTROLLED MEDIA 
 
STEVIE NICKS AND MANY OTHER CELEBS HAVE BECOME VERY SICK FROM BREAST IMPLANTS ALSO. 
 
BREAST IMPLANT AWARENESS  
 
SISTERS OF SALINE;SOS 
 
EXPLANTTION.COM 
 
BREAST IMPLANT SURGERY HAS INCREASED BY WHOPPING PERCENTAGES; 
SADLY SILICONE POISONING;SILICONE ASSOCIATED DISEASES COUNTINUES TO RISE; 
BUT YOU DON'T HEAR ABOUT THOSE WHOPPING PERCENTAGES! 
FOR IT SADLY COUNTINUES TO BE A SILENT EPIDEMIC;CLEARLY MORE AWARENESS NEEDS TO BE MADE AS THIS CAN HAPPEN TO YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW! 
 
NO BREAST IMPLANT IS SAFE! NO BREAST IMPLANT IS SAFE! NO BREAST IMPLANT IS SAFE! 
 
I CAN PROVIDE YOU MANY,MANY MORE WEBSITES AND SO MUCH MORE;  
THAT TELL AND SHOW THE PROOF OF THE TRUTH= NO BREAST IMPLANT IS SAFE! 
 
I MYSELF AM DEATHLY ILL FROM BREAST IMPLANTS ( that i received as a birthday gift; 
sadly countless young girls and women receive these unseemingly dangerous;deadly devices 
as birthday;gradution gifts and gifts from others or to/for themselves; 
"SOME GIFT "ONE YOU MAY ALWAYS REMEMBER;NEVER FORGET;TOTALLY REGRET)! 
 
ALSO REMEMBER I AM HERE TO HELP,LOVE,AND SERVE YOU IN ANY EVERY WAY I CAN 
ITS WHAT I DO IN MANY WAYS;EVERY DAY AS I REFUSE TO LIVE OR DIE FROM SILICONE POISONING,SILICONE ASSOCIATED DISEASES ALL IN VAIN;ALL FOR NOTHING! 
 
OK HERE IS THE WEBSITE I MENTIONED;BELOW; 
PLEASE CHECK OUT THE OTHERS I MENTIONED ABOVE TOO! 
 
IN TRUTH AND LOVE CINDY  
P.S. PLEASE PRAY FOR ME AND THE MANY,MANY,MANY OTHERS SUFFERING SO SEVERELY!  
MUCH PRAYER IS NEEDED AND PRAYER IS POWERFUL!  
 
SILICONE SENSITIVITY AWARENESS MINISTRY 
"But the Lord said to Samuel, 'Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for the Lord sees not as people see; people look on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.'"
THE SILICONE SENSITIVITY AWARENESS MINISTRY "SSAM" PROJECT
Rev. Dona J. Behmer, Director
2056 Hwy 154 Sp.#9, Santa Ynez, CA 93460
805-570-2297 or 805-686-3098
E-mail: pstrdna@msn.com 
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The Director's Story 
I was 27 when I found the first painful lump in my breast. The doctors said I had fibrocystic breast disease, which meant that the tumors and cysts in my breasts were benign. This seemed to be great news, however, by the time I was 29, both my breasts were completely filled with cysts and tumors and the pain had become almost unbearable. I was stunned to learn that the only cure (at that time) was surgery. The price to pay for pain relief was a bi-lateral mastectomy. However, my shock and grief soon turned to relief and joy, when my doctor suggested immediate reconstruction using silicone gel implants. Although the doctors admitted I would be their "guinea pig," (I would be the first woman they had ever done a mastectomy and reconstruction using implants in one surgery in that particular major hospital), I was assured that the surgery and the implants were "absolutely safe." I was thrilled. Not only would I have relief from my constant and excruciating pain, but I would "look great forever" in a bathing suit as well. The surgery went smooth and recovery was uneventful.
In the years following surgery, I tried to ignore the constant pain in my hands and joints. As years passed, however, new symptoms continued to appear, but the doctors could find nothing wrong. I was always able to find some rationalization (usually stress and overwork). I wrote if off to my family history of arthritis and my occupation as a bookkeeper, where I sat in one place and used my hands a great deal. The severe chest pain was more frightening. After several trips to the doctor, and many EKGs, showed nothing wrong, again, I wrote it off to stress and overwork.
By the time six years had passed, both breasts had become hard and painful. “No problem,” said my plastic surgeon. He explained that sometimes some extra scar tissue forms and he would just need to manually squeeze the scar and it would “loosen up.” Though the process was very painful, he assured me it would only need to be done once. After that, I could just take a large dose of vitamin E, on a regular basis (I still take vitamin E), to keep it from happening again. The process seemed to work. Though my breasts seemed unbelievably tender, at least they were soft again. I have since learned, that what had happened to me is called extra capsular contracture, and is only one of many possible complications that can happen to a woman with breast implants. I also found out, that if my implants were not leaking or ruptured before this manual breaking of the scar capsule, it was a pretty good guarantee that they were afterward. But once again, I went on my way and continued to blame my increasing number of symptoms and health problems on stress and overwork.
Years later, when the “media hype” began, I chuckled at my husband’s suggestion that my implants might be the source of my increasing health problems. I was in Seminary by then, working full time and carrying a heavy over load of graduate level classes, as I worked on my Masters of Divinity Degree. I assured my husband, it was just “stress and overwork,” and I would slow down right after graduation. I was focused on the excitement that my dreams for a college education, “mid-life” career change and “Ordination” were about to become a reality.
In 1992, while serving as a pastor in two rural churches in South Dakota, my health completely fell apart. I could no longer deny the reality of my failing health. I was hospitalized twice with excruciating and still unexplainable chest pain. Medical tests seemed endless. I was poked, prodded, pricked, scanned and x-rayed. No one could identify the cause of my problems. I am sure at least some members, of the congregations I was serving, believed what some doctors suggested. It was “stress and overwork” and I was suffering a mental break down and needed to see a counselor and get some rest. I was blessed to have a husband, family and friends who refused to accept this explanation. In fear and frustration, my family and doctors decided to return me to California for further medical tests and care.
At first, doctors in California, were no more successful than those in South Dakota had been, in identifying the source of my problems. State of the art cardiac testing, at UCLA Medical Center, showed my heart problem did not explain all of my symptoms. It turns out that I do have a “mysterious” lesion and 60% narrowing in a critical place in my heart. Doctors, however, had no other explanation. Even I began to believe the doctors in South Dakota.... maybe I was having a mental breakdown. I decided that I must be really mentally ill. I was so mentally ill that I actually believed I was not mentally ill. (Now that is mentally ill..... ha!ha!) I finally made the decision to check myself into the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. I was sure I had to be seriously mentally ill, otherwise, why couldn't I remember things? Why was it so difficult to carry on a routine conversation? Why did I have such a difficult time understanding concepts, etc. After crying all night one more time, I woke up one morning ready to make the call to my doctor, to make the arrangements to have myself committed. That same morning, however, a dear friend called with an idea. She had a daughter who had had silicone breast implants. Her daughter only had them for a few weeks and then had them removed because she was so sick. Her daughter had never recovered from the surgery from having the implants put in. This was several months later and she told me her daughter was finally starting to feel better. Her daughter even belonged to a support group for women who had problems with their breast implants and, it turns out, worked on the “hot line” for this group. My friend asked me if I would be willing to talk with her daughter about my health situation. When I agreed, she gave me her daughter’s number and I made the call. As I began to talk with this wonderful young woman about my symptoms, the most amazing thing happened. She actually began to describe my symptoms to me. I was stunned. How could this stranger possibly know about the tingling sensation in my left leg? How did she know that I had headaches, problems with my bladder and even about the pain in the center of my chest and in my upper back? How did she know that my hair was falling out and my eyes were hypersensitive to the sun? How did she know about my dry eyes and mouth? And on and on it went..... This incredible young woman then said the most wonderful and welcome words to me..... She said, “Your symptoms make sense!” She assured me that there were many other women out there who were suffering with the very same list of symptoms. Finally, someone believed that my physical symptoms made sense. I decided to delay my plans for psychiatric commitment...........
In the Fall of 1993, I had truly reached an all time low. I had lost all ability to think and reason. I lived in constant pain. The decision to take my own life seemed so very logical. As I reflected on when (I already knew how) to carry out my plan, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of my precious granddaughter. She seemed to not even notice the changes in my life. She loved me unconditionally. As I thought of her, I thought about the rest of her life. Every time someone spoke of their grandmother, I could hear her reply, “Oh yes, I remember my Grammie, she killed herself when I four!” The decision to take my own life, which had seemed so logical just a few moments earlier, I knew was absolutely out of the question. I would not leave this legacy for my beautiful Princess. The next morning, I called a Christian counselor. As I look back, I realize that this was actually the beginning of my true healing. Not only is that beautiful Princess now a teenager but I now have 8 beautiful grandchildren (almost my own coed baseball team!). What wonder of life and love God has blessed me with. I shudder when I think of how close I came to missing the opportunity to revel in their love and all of their sweet faces and kisses and hugs. The future IS ALWAYS worth living.
That Fall, at the recommendation of the daughter of my dear friend, I made an appointment to see and be examined by Dr. Eric Gershwin, at U.C. Davis in California. I am embarrassed to admit that, in spite of all of my overwhelming health problems, I still thought Dr. Gershwin, and his colleagues at U.C. Davis, were crazy when they told me that my silicone gel implants were my problem and recommended they be removed. I was fully disabled. I had lost most of my cognitive function (even spelling and writing my own name was a challenge). I was barely able to get around or to care for my own basic needs. I was so desperate..... I reluctantly agreed. After a long and unsuccessful fight to get my insurance company to pay for the much needed surgery (while my health continued to get worse each day), my husband and I were able to secure a personal loan and in May of 1994, I finally had surgery to remove my silicone gel breast implants.
Dr. Gershwin and his colleagues were right. In spite of a breast MRI, which showed “apparently intact” breast implants, both implants were actually fully ruptured, and the silicone was spread well beyond the localized breast area. It was, in fact, spread throughout my whole system.
It has been nine years since my implants were removed. Recovery has been slow to be sure, but I do get around much better. My hands and wrists are still a problem but I have learned ways to make the best of, and live with, this problem. I cry only occasionally (I still have some pretty rough days) and have even began to dream about returning to work as a parish minister some day. I am even able to play fun games with my grandchildren. Though my health clearly takes two steps forward and one step back, it does continue to improve. I am recovering.......
Beyond my continuing physical recovery, however, something much more profound has happened to my life. I have discovered (or rather rediscovered) an incredible truth. I have discovered that, regardless of what else I may have lost or thought I lost, the only thing that really matters has not changed. JESUS CHRIST IS STILL ALIVE!! MY ETERNITY IS STILL GUARANTEED PAIN FREE!! I now realize that my hope rests totally upon this fact alone. My real hope is not, in any way, related to how well I do or do not get physically. I am sure that God loves me now as much as ever (even more than my precious granddaughter). Regardless of my physical or mental abilities (or lack thereof), I know I am a valuable servant of a Wondrous and Loving God who will give me whatever I need to be and do whatever is His will. There is no more marvelous sense of peace and joy to be known. I praise God not for my illness but for the revealed knowledge of His love I have come to know through it.
Much evidence has surfaced about the use of silicone/saline breast implants. As time has passed, many women with silicone and saline breast implants (silicone bags filled with saline) have become sick. A frightening pattern has begun to develop. Many women are critically ill. Our illness is devastating our lives. Physical health is destroyed, our minds and memories are damaged. Our relationships with friends and families are strained to the limit. One husband described it as, “being married to the disease.” We face constant battles and skepticism from doctors, insurance companies and even from some family and friends. Hopefully, it will help to know you are not alone. There are others who are walking (or crawling as the case may be) the same path. If you would like more information about this problem or how to get in contact with others who suffer, please contact Rev. Dona Behmer at: pstrdna@msn.com
Note: Rev. Dona J. Behmer is an ordained Presbyterian Minister and Member-at-large of the Presbytery of Santa Barbara. She is married with three children and eight grandchildren and has lived on the Central Coast of California on and off for almost 30 years. She is a graduate of Dubuque Theological Seminary in Dubuque, Iowa. Though currently on long term disability, she serves on a volunteer basis, as the Director of The Silicone Sensitivity Awareness Ministry Project. 
 
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You see it doesn't matter what your message is when you're screaming people just turn you off, tune you out & stop reading your message. I forced myself to read part way into several of your posts to figure out what the heck you are talking about, but past that I stopped. I simply cannot tolerate a post that is almost entirely in upper case letters. 1st it's so difficult to read and follow and of course upper case is considered yelling in the internet world & well yelling and screaming when people don't even know you is just extremely rude. So just like me I'm sure there are many that figured you're just some irrational manic because you'd had a bad experience with plastic surgery/breast implants. I know this probably isn't the case & you're just trying to look passionate as you're putting out a warning as loud as you can, but I'm telling you that you need to tone it down. I know your intentions are good & I still can't get myself to read your entire post because I don't let people yell & scream at me. I won't tolerate it.