Copyright Pamela G. Dowd 1998
I have a name
But no one will ever know me.
No one will ever know my story.
a young woman I touched the flame
Of the plastic surgeons' reach
And bought his lie
That implants would last forever, even if I die.
bought a yacht
And sent his kids to Harvard.
went to the Himalayas
To do good for the sick and affirmed.
While at home we languished
in untold pain
And mortgaged our homes for medical care
support the greed that put us there.
My implants ruptured and spread their deadly toxin
Throughout my body until my bones were on fire.
My lungs hurt
from the constant cough
That racked my body to the soul...
I did not know
That a judge had sealed many documents
would have proved this deadly deed
Had been practiced knowingly upon the innocent.
did not know they were not FDA approved
I did not know that contaminated foreign implants were sold to
And used by the unethical in their reach for a
I believed my government would protect me
those who sought to increase their bank accounts
At the expense of my health.
I had placed upon a pedestal
And believed that he too would
not lead me astray.
But, I was wrong, I was wrong about it all.
The implants ruptured
and I grew daily sicker
My doctor not only didn't know what
He didn't want to search for answers.
Soon I couldn't walk with this unknown
My bowels lost control.
My breath felt as if were being choked from my body
my eyes were growing dim.
Does anyone really think THIS is my choice?
really believe I would choose to sit at home
And never climb
the mountains again...
And never walk on the sandy beach again...
And never sit in
the sun again...
And never sing in the choir again...
And never hold the grandchildren
for fear of dropping them...
And wear adult diapers every day...
While using a cane
to get around????????
Is this the life you THINK I deserve?
What if it were your daughter
or mother or child...
Someone you know and love?
Would they deserve it then?
house I mortgaged for medical care.
Insurance I was denied.
I will someday be on the
And the perpetrators of the pain of thousands will
Free of accountability
Free of responsibility
I gave up the battle yesterday
I signed many papers
To keep the deep dark secret.
they gave me money to pay the doctors,
And so I wouldn't lose my house.
future is dark and grim.
My health is gone and will never return.
But the secrets
are kept in the courthouse files.
And breast implant manufacturers get away with murder.
I speak the truth or participate in any activities,
take my all away.
And it really wasn't much.
Just a pittance from their golden coffers
when I die, who will know? Who will care?
Who will my story share?
They have legally
silenced me forever.
They have removed my right to freedom of speech.
They will constantly
observe my every move and word...
All to protect THEIR evil deeds.
Of an Unholy Circumstance
Written on behalf of the many victims of breast implants
who have been forever gagged from telling their story to the world.
God must be crying at the pain his daughters are suffering.
Inspired by Moriah.