Boobless in San Diego

I vividly recall the moment when I realized that I actually had cleavage for the first time in my life. I had recovered nicely from my implant surgery a week prior, and I had taken a warm shower, and threw on a comfy black robe. Yes, I felt pretty darn good...I felt sexy. I sent a picture to my friends because I was so proud to show off these new adornments. Granted, they were not the biggest breasts, hovering around a small C, but compared to my AA, I was ecstatic.

It was only a mere 10 months prior that I had undergone surgery to remove my thyroid due to cancer. “Ahhh, another surgery couldn’t hurt,” I thought. “Besides, I deserve this because I had just gone through the scariest time of my life. I deserve to feel good about myself again.” I went to the doctors to make sure that I was cleared for another surgery. I remember my Endocrinologist saying, “You are beautiful the way you are..you don’t need to do that..but if you are going to go ahead anyway, you are fine.” Nothing could have stopped me from getting surgery. In fact, I do remember reading something about the negative effects of implants, but I brushed it to the side.

Photo by Melinda Humphries www.pura.vision/Photo is with my breast implants

Photo by Melinda Humphries www.pura.vision/

Photo is with my breast implants

About a year after implanting, I started to get severe panic attacks. I went to a doctor who prescribed Xanax so I could sleep, but little did I know that Xanax is actually the Devil disguised in a small pill. I took the lowest dose possible for four weeks and experienced inter-dose withdrawal symptoms. I was dizzy during the day and felt completely horrible. It would take me a few years to completely recover from that small amount of medication. My implants had compromised my immune system to the point that I could not even handle a small dose of prescription medication.

Obviously my body had also changed due to my thyroidectomy (complete removal of my thyroid) and radioactive iodine treatment. The thyroid touches every cell in the body, regulating temperature, mood, hormones and other vital functions. Throw in another surgery and two toxic bags that impaired my immune system...well, it was a recipe for disaster. Not only did I suffer from panic attacks, I experienced hives, insomnia, eye and vision problems, OCD, irrational fears, hormonal imbalance, candida and other gut issues, and a host of other symptoms. I went to well over twenty different practitioners including MDs, DOs, naturopaths, a homeopath and various healers. I tried practically every remedy under the sun. I was so blessed to have the means to seek out these treatments, which ultimately cost well over $50,000.

Looking at this from a spiritual perspective, this experience was supposed to happen. I needed a wake up call in my life, and I suppose cancer and two toxic bags were the perfect recipe. Although I had a beautiful home, an amazing husband and two children, I was stuck in the materialistic world. I tried to enhance my looks to mask my insecurities. I thought my marriage was great, but looking back, it was just as I was...going through the motions, lacking depth. I was living life on the surface, unaware of what was beneath.

I knew intuitively that my implants were the cause of a majority of my problems, yet I waited. My husband would say, how do you know if these symptoms are caused by the implants vs your thyroid cancer? I told him that I just knew they were compromising my immune system. All the signs were there…multiple people told me about BII (Breast Implant Illness), and my spirit team would send me signs. I ignored them and persuaded myself that it would get better. I was able to keep them in my body for longer than I expected because of my strict diet, daily detox regimen and spiritual practice. I had them in my body for seven years. However, this year was different..something shifted. I finally paid attention to the signs and listened to my spiritual self, which said that I needed to rid my body of anything toxic. I am on a path of ascension, and this path does not include two silicone filled bombs! I woke up one day and said, “That’s enough, I am done. Sayonara tatas.”

Photo by Melinda Humphries www.pura.vision/Photo is with my breast implants

Photo by Melinda Humphries www.pura.vision/

Photo is with my breast implants

So, as I lay on my bed typing away with two ice packs on my recovering AA breasts, I smile in gratitude. I am stronger than ever. My marriage is the best it has ever been. I am living out my purpose as a spiritual healer. I am my authentic self. I LOVE myself more than ever...and I have cancer, and two toxic bombs to thank. I never would have gone beneath the surface to search for my soul if I had not gotten sick. So, in part, I want to thank my interim breasties for the visit. We shared a lot of mammories (haaa Jack came up with that one).

I am thankful for the support of my husband, family and friends, as well as the community of women in the facebook group, Breast Implant Illness and Healing by Nicole . This group has 103K members and growing. This is not just a one-off situation..this is an epidemic. I am trying to spread awareness by sharing my journey, in hopes that one woman thinking about getting implants might change their mind. I know that many women who are suffering from these ailments think that they are simply aging or were dealt a bad hand with an autoimmune condition. In reality, their symptoms could be the result of their implants. My intuition also tells me that many women who are on an ascension/ spiritual path can no longer tolerate the implants. Their bodies want to be lighter, free from toxins.

Please share if you feel this is appropriate for a friend. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I am here to support you if you are experiencing problems and need spiritual healing. Check out my Services. Reiki was my life support during these difficult years. Now, it’s time to rest...because 2020 is going to be amazing...and I am excited to emerge stronger than ever!

Blessings~

Michelle