Carleigh Cooper - Cell Phones and The Dark Deception: Find Out What You’re Not Being Told...and Why

and

The Dark

Deception

Carleigh Cooper

1st edition

ISBN: 978-0-578-00341-2

Premier Advantage Publishing

Copyright 2009

Contact us via email at

ContactUs@RealCellPhoneDangers.com

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the United States Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Printed in the United States of America.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my two beautiful daughters, both of whom have gone through the fire and have come out of it without smelling like smoke. I love you and am so proud of you, Jennifer and Holly. We have been through so much heartache together, but its transformed us into the amazing women God wants us to be. To my late husband Steve, without whom this book would have never been written. I have always appreciated your loving kindness, your gentle spirit, and your continual support. I thank God that youre out of your misery and that you found your way home. And to my present husband, Keith, who has shown me how to live, love, and laugh again.

Also to all of our family and friends, who, for years, came alongside us to offer their unwavering love and support, even when they didnt understand what was wrong or know what to do. Special thanks to my mother, Susan; my father, Dave; my sister, Jane; Steves parents, Don and Mary; my brother-in-law, Brian; my brother, Dean, and his wife, Janet; my step-sisters, Kathy and Theresa; and my dear friends - Kathy, Sylvia, Laura, Rebecca, Cindy, Joy, Mary, Laurie, and all the wonderful people at Harvest Fellowship who hugged us, loved us, and prayed for us during the times we needed it most.

Acknowledgment

The author gratefully acknowledges Janet Newton, President of The EMR Institute,
for her assistance in editing this manuscript.

www.emrpolicy.org

Hopeful. Yes, thats exactly what we were feeling. Hopeful. After years of searching and meeting with over thirty different doctors, neurologists and specialists, we finally met with one of the best toxicologists in the region. He conducted multiple tests on my late husband, Steve, and his exhaustive efforts were considered to be extremely thorough. The results were certain to reveal the disease or the source of the complications from which he suffered.

For over a decade no one had been able to diagnose or relieve Steves myriad symptoms. Feelings of frustration and grief dominated, as we aggressively sought help and explored endless possibilities. It was vividly apparent that something was seriously wrong with him and he was only in his early forties. His health had been failing for years and it continued to decline; his ailments not only intensified, but new problems kept arising. The disconnected, but seemingly associated, symptoms made absolutely no sense to anyone.

As we anxiously waited for the toxicologist to enter the examination room in which we had been placed, I couldnt help but wonder about Steves fate. Finally, the doctor came in and sat down across from us. He had a questionable smirk on his face as he reported that all of the test results had been received. Then he announced that he had good news. We were relieved, thinking, Thank God he found something that wasnt too serious. That thought quickly faded when Dr. E proudly announced to Steve: Theres nothing wrong with you. No abnormalities were detected.

Dumbfounded, we sat there in disbelief. Steves eyes grew big and his positive sense of hopefulness instantly shifted to anger. I can honestly say that in our 23 years of marriage, I had never seen so much rage bubbling up inside of him. He was usually mild- mannered. Without a doubt, it took every bit of restraint he had not to lunge at the doctor and grab his neck.

Instead, Steve lashed out verbally. How can this be? How can all of these tests show absolutely nothing? He wanted to know.

If youve ever been in a similar position, I dont have to tell you how devastating this kind of so-called good news is. Its heartbreaking to watch someone you love suffer agonizing pain day after day, month after month, and year after year. Whats worse is when no doctor can help or determine whats wrong while your loved one is wasting away, you realize that theres not a damn thing you can do but pray. All you can see is a hopeless situation where theres no end in sight to your loved ones miserable existence.

Steve was a kind, gentle man and a loving father, who had become someone we no longer recognized. The unquenchable energy he once used to play with his girls had been completely drained from him. Always fatigued, he spent the majority of his time in bed. He suffered from chronic, excruciating, and debilitating migraine headaches. He was constantly hearing a wide variety of unusual sounds inside of his head, ranging from ringing and chirping to high-pitched screeching. The once peaceful, patient man was also overcome with feelings of anxiety, which were completely out of character. Hed become easily agitated, even angry at times for no apparent reason.

In addition, his previously sharp, intellectual mind had become foggy. He was extremely forgetful and often confused. Frequently, memories of close family, familiar people, places and events were no longer easily recollected. Likewise, understanding and following short stories, television programs, or in-depth conversations posed a challenge. Depression, accompanied by feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness, had also afflicted this once virile young man.

One year after seeing the aforementioned physician, it was recommended that we visit a well-known Neurotoxicologist in southern California. With Steve not working, it was a financial stretch, but we were promised it would be worth the trip. After all, Steves problems were primarily neurological and he had been exposed to some toxic carcinogens at his previous job.

During the appointment we discussed the various chemicals Steve had been occupationally exposed to. There were only a couple that Steve recognized as being harmful, but few would have elicited the kind of complications hed been experiencing. I asked the doctor if he was familiar with non-ionizing radiofrequency microwave (RF/MW) radiation and if he believed it was dangerous, because I needed to know if Steves chronic close-range exposure to it could have been responsible for all or part of his disassociated gamut of symptoms. The Neurotoxicologist suggested that it was certainly a strong possibility, considering Steves professional position.

As a technician, Steve spent 40+ hours a week building power microwave amplifiers for the base stations of cell towers. Every day for sixteen years, he was constantly being blasted in the face with RF/MW energy and, initially, the exposure was never considered as a probable cause of Steves illness. After all, it was the same energy and technology that was incorporated into all wireless communication devices and that had never been shown to be dangerousor had it?

Following the consultation, a series of tests were given. And even though we were sure that every possible exam had already been conducted, we were wrong. The outcome of both a TOVA test and a Brain Spect divulged the hidden secrets that had laid dormant deep within Steves being. He finally received a diagnosis of Toxic Encephalopathy - brain damage due to toxic exposure. To our surprise, the areas of the brain that were damaged coincided precisely with each and every one of his abnormalities. It all made perfect sense.

Now, what can we do to help him? I eagerly asked. Whats next?

The doctor fell silent and glanced down at the floor prior to answering. Theres really nothing that can be done, he said. This disorder is progressive. Its not going to get any better. Then he added, At this point, I recommend that you be watchful for the development of a brain tumor or brain cancer.