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Justa is on a mission....

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From: " Jussta (by way of ilena rose) " <jussta@...>

Sent: Thursday, April 12, 2001 1:27 PM

Subject: ~~~ Jussta Update ~~~

> I was praying to die!

>

> I begged God to put me out of all this excruciating misery. God had

> other plans, so I am still here! None of my doctors or the specialists

or

> Nuclear technicians can believe I am still alive, let alone functioning.

>

> I was injected with Radiation on Monday, March 26 and had a Gallium Scan

> of my lungs the next day and then the following day another Gallium Scan

> was done of my lungs.

>

> The monitor screen is supposed to look like a television that is turned

> off with very dim static (if the radiation is not clinging to any foreign

> matter such as infection, inflammation, tumors, etc.)

>

> The monitor during my first Gallium Scan of my lungs was brilliant white

> showing every part of my lungs with very intense 'hot' white areas. It

> looked like Las Vegas at night! The second day, there should be almost

no

> static or any white areas.

>

> When they scanned my lungs, they were even 'hotter' and had bigger clumps

> of white areas that looked like quartz lamps turned on high. They kept

> changing Nuclear technicians on me - each one had many more years of

> experience and wanted to see THIS. We all knew it was the silicone. I

> urged the technicians to do a scan of my entire torso, just out of

> curiosity. It took them about a second to agree. Not only were my lungs

> totally outlined and brilliant white from the radiation sticking to the

> silicone in my lungs, on the Gallium Scan of the remainder of my torso -

> my liver was brilliant white, my entire stomach, my intestines - both

> upper and lower, my gall bladder, my bladder. Every organ in my torso is

> totally inflamed with Silicone. One of the Nuclear Technicians asked me

> to autograph my miracle Flaming Aura photograph from Australia - so I did,

> he was the one who injected me with the radiation.

>

> So I wrote on it, " To , who gave me a whole different glow. " I

> could not miss the irony of a Firewalker dying of inflammation I told

> that I could 'feel' the radiation in my body and that I could not

> have a bowel movement. He said he had never heard of radiation making

you

> constipated. Within moments of completing the second day of Gallium

> Scans, the head Radiologist at Eisenhower came at a fast walk - almost

> running, shook my hand, introduced himself, and went into the reading

> room. The head Nuclear Technician asked me to wait to make certain the

> Scan was complete. Within two or three minutes, I was told I could leave

> and that Dr. Mohammed Mojarad, my Pulmonary Disease Specialist would have

> the report early the next morning.

>

> Something horrid had happened to my vocal chords and my ability to speak.

> I absolutely could not breathe. Was constantly coughing and losing

> bladder control. Several friends urged me to go to the emergency room

> later the next day, concerned because I could barely speak and could not

> breathe. I called 911 and the paramedics took me to Eisenhower by

> ambulance. Instead of taking me into the ER - I was put in a chair in

the

> waiting room. Left unattended, except for other people in the waiting

> room. I was having major constant coughing fits, could hardly breathe,

> was urinating on myself every time I coughed which was constantly. I was

> there for 3 HOURS sitting in that chair. During that time, I was taken

to

> the restroom, where I was left alone - it was all I could do to not

faint,

> I rang the emergency bell and no one came for over twenty minutes. A

> woman waiting for someone in the ER came and put me in a wheel chair -

> someone wheeled me over to the courtesy phone and I telephoned Dr.

> Mojarad's service and told them what was happening and they could not

> believe it and called Dr.. Mojarad - but another half-hour had passed, I

> still had not been seen, nor acknowledged. I was soaking wet from

> sweating, freezing cold with chills, my fever was 102.7 and the nurse at

> the desk would not give me a blanket!

>

> I wheeled myself outside and saw someone with a cell phone and had them

> call me a taxi. I went home so exhausted and angry - burning up with

> fever which was now 104.5 and crawled into bed, covered myself with a ton

> of blankets. That night, I was almost with my head on my pillow when I

> had a major " brain storm " - (not the idea kind). Since 1978, I have had

a

> buzzing in my brain that sounds like an electrical short. This buzzing

> usually only lasts several seconds - up to a minute and is coupled with

> total paralysis. This night, the buzzing (electrical short) was the most

> severe ever, coupled with the total paralysis, but this time there was a

> major light show - I was really in awe over the exploding colored lights

> and patterns until I felt like I was being choked and this time the

'brain

> storm' lasted 37 minutes. This time, I was pretty sure I was not going

to

> survive. I did - weak, shaking, and totally drained. About a week

before

> this, I suffered major spasms in my bronchial and larynx and could barely

> speak - and sounded like no one I have ever heard. I felt that my speech

> would not return.

>

> After this 'brain storm', my speech returned - so there was a blessing in

> it. Greg McGee and other friends urged me to go to the ER. This time I

> drove myself and told the Triage Nurse that a friend had driven me. I

had

> a 'brain storm' and did not know if it was a stroke or what. I was

> immediately seen and taken into the ER. My temperature was 103.1 and I

> was sweating profusely, shaking and experiencing frequent 'buzzing

> (electrical shorts) in my brain'. The ER doctor was very concerned.

He

> consulted with Dr. Mojarad and they decided to do a Cat scan of my brain

> and took x-rays of my right hip which I was unable to lift my right leg

> because of sitting in the damn chair for 3 hours the night before. Five

> hours later, after the Cat Scan and the x-ray and numerous blood tests,

> the doctor prescribed a Nebulizer with Albuterol. He said I did not

> suffer a stroke, nor did I throw an embolism and there was no brain

> tumor. I told him it's the silicone moving around in my brain and he

> agreed. I drove myself home and Greg came to stay later. We got the

> Nebulizer and the Albuterol the next day which helped me to be able to

> breathe. That night I had another 'brain attack' - for almost five

> minutes. Greg was sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room - and

> because I am totally paralyzed, I could not call out to him or move my

> arms to hit anything to get his attention. After the episode, I could

> call for Greg - and Greg wanted me to call 911 - I told him no way. I am

> dying and I have spent the last time in ER's, in doctor's offices and

> having tests. The Gallium Scan would be the proof I wanted of the

> devastating effects of silicone.

>

> Within a couple of days of being injected with the radiation, I looked

> like I was 20 months pregnant and the next day, my bowel was bulging

> through the wall of the skin on my abdomen so that it was perfectly

> outlined. had told me that the radiation is eliminated through

the

> feces. As it turned out, the radiation had grabbed onto the silicone

> everywhere in my body and was NOT coming out. I did enemas,

> suppositories, drank Magnesium Citrate, made up an old gypsy remedy for

> intestinal blocks of tomatoes simmered in olive oil and ate a large bowel

> of that - and NOTHING... Nothing but a little brown water and my abdomen

> and stomach protruding the size of a large medicine ball. I had

absolutely

> no peristaltic action, no gas, nothing would come out. This went on >from

> the day I was injected with the radiation! Every thing I eat makes me

> nauseous and gives me an instant smashing headache and it feels like my

> eyes are going to explode. I wrote a new holographic will. Sat on

the

> sofa with the Nebulizer and sorted and organized my papers for Greg to be

> able to find everything and act as executor. Greg was packing - all of

> these health challenges and having to move because I had sold my mobile

> home. I wanted to complete the deal on Monday, April 2nd so I would have

> the money to set up the foundation and to pay to have the autopsy done

and

> have it videotaped. At this point, I was begging God to not let me die

> in Rancho Mirage - in the god-forsaken desert that had nearly killed me.

>

> The next morning, Dr. Mojarad telephoned me with the results of the

> Gallium Scan. The purpose of a Gallium Scan of any part of the body is

to

> specifically identify the location of infection, tumors, cancer, growths,

> whatever - to be able to do a biopsy of the foreign matter so it

> eliminates exploratory surgery and poking around trying to find the right

> spot. My pulmonary disease specialist, Dr. Mohammed Mojarad told me I

am

> untreatable. He cannot do a biopsy, since every organ in my body is

> totally major inflamed with Silicone and there are large hot areas of

> siliconoma. He cannot prescribe Prednisone for the pulmonary fibrosis

> because of the serious side effects of infection (I already have

> auto-immune deficiency), bone loss (I already have five Sequestra (bone

> dying and breaking away from my jaw). He also said that I cannot have

any

> of the cancer treatments which have worse side effects than the

> Prednisone. He suggested I find an internist immediately at Scripp's. I

> told him all I want to do is to not suffer with the seizure like muscle

> spasms that twist my liver, stomach, diaphragm, and the large muscles in

> the back of my thighs into rope in an instant and I want to be able to

> breathe.

>

> The Nebulizer helped me to breathe - staying at Greg's at the beach has

> immensely helped my breathing. The muscle spasms are diminishing, but

> when they hit it is sheer agony. I am having frequent 'buzzing' in my

> brain - Driving is very difficult because it must be the motion which

> starts the buzzing and makes my eyes close and I am unable to open them

or

> stay alert. I have had major 'brain storms' two nights in a row - and

> yesterday afternoon when I took a nap on the sofa. I can only call Greg

> when they are over - I know how helpless he must feel and he always asks

> if he should call 911, I refuse. Enough is enough. I have canceled

all

> medical (allopathic) doctor appointments and am seeing a really gifted

> Chiropractor here in Oceanside who acknowledges silicone poisoning. I

> first saw him on Monday, April 9th, and that afternoon for the first

time,

> I had a small bowel movement. This was two weeks with an intestinal

> block.

>

> I have stopped all medication - stopped the Lescol, Paxil, Premarin,

> Zyrtec, anti-inflammatory that I was allergic to anyway - stopped all

> vitamins and supplements and only take Vicodin for the constant,

> excruciating pain. I do not take any Vicodin at night. Miracles

> abound. I wanted a little cottage by the ocean. I went for coffee down

> by the harbor - Spirit totally guiding me. Someone had left a newspaper

> with the classified section on top. I skimmed through houses for rent in

> Oceanside and there was an ad for a 1 bedroom - 1 bath with garage. The

> pay phone was a couple of steps from the outdoor table and I called the

> number. I reached the landlady and we met. I knew it was mine. She

> agreed. I move in on Saturday, April 14th. It is one block from the

> beach, it is about an 80 year old house with a large fenced yard with a

> lawn and trees. It has a garage with an area for a work bench or potting

> shed. It has a laundry room. It is exactly what I asked for. The

> landlady is going to tear it down next year, so I can paint it or do

> anything to it, she doesn't care. There is a chimney already in place,

so

> I am going to put in a Swedish Fireplace that I can take with me - or Greg

> can...

>

> The Universe truly provides so many blessings for me. I can walk to the

> grocery store and to the Pacific Coast Highway so the 'brain storms'

> affecting my driving, will not interfere. I do have a mission. I am

> going to set-up a non-profit Foundation called The Jussta Trust. The

> mission will be to disseminate the truth about Silicone. To inform,

> educate the medical profession and the public, to prevent any use of

> silicone or saline implants, the use of silicone in or on any product or

> prosthesis used on or in the human body, including coating syringe

needles,

> and acupuncture needles with silicone to make the insertion less painful.

> To document the devastating effects of silicone poisoning on the human

> body through collection of medical records, testimonials, audio, video,

> and the world-wide web. To gather a team of pathologists and coroners to

> perform autopsies focused on documenting the effects of silicone in the

> human body. Gathering documentation, medical records, photographs, and

> other materials in a central library.

>

> To force corporations, manufacturers, and medical doctors to be totally

> accountable for their participation, manufacture, or use of silicone in

> any form. If you or any of your friends or associates wish to

> participate and join this mission, I welcome your assistance. We need a

> lawyer to form the non-profit organization. We need volunteers who are

> experts at writing grants, and volunteers to begin collecting the data

> world-wide. We need documentarians, videographers, photographers, web

> hosting. We need medical doctors that acknowledge Silicone Poisoning to

> agree to share their medical records and to give testimonials on their

> experience with the devastating effects of silicone.

>

> Greg McGee is an award winning documentarian and has graciously offered

to

> do a documentary on my experience which will include my medical records

> and the Gallium Scan. This is only the beginning.

>

> Time is of the essence because of my tenuous health. Doctors, and even

I,

> do not know how I can possibly be alive - of myself, I can do nothing, it

> is Spirit within me that is carrying me to do this. I have stopped

> praying to die. I am not praying to live - I have totally surrendered -

> Not my will, Father, but Thy will be done. I will be offline again

> until Friday of next week, April 20th. Your prayers are appreciated.

> Bless each and everyone of you!

>

> Love, Light, & Blessings, Jussta

> I have updated my website: http://www.jump.to/jussta

> " Life is what happens to you while you are making other plans... " The

Beatles

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