Desperately Seeking Justice
For ten years of my life, I thought I had a weird psychological reaction to a ‘safe and minor’ medical procedure. I kept that story hidden because I didn’t know how to talk about it, how to write about it, how to make sense of something that I thought had only happened to me.
When my sister had leukaemia and I donated stem cells, I came face to face with the medical system, and hearing all the information about risks and side effects, it started me questioning, was I really the only one?
The answer to that question came from a blog written by a woman called Asha who became a lifelong friend. It had happened to her too. And it has happened to thousands of other women as well. You can read my full story here.
Connecting with Asha helped me find a voice to my story. I started writing blogs, getting active on twitter raising awareness, and starting a fb support group for all the other injured women. We had media attention from the Independent, Cosmopolitan, Daily Mail, and TV shows in the US. Jo’s Cervical Cancer Trust did a survey to find out how widespread our side effects were which got the attention of the doctors that perform the procedure.
For all of about 15 minutes.
15 minutes of fame, 15 minutes of awareness about medical harm, before it all kind of faded away into the background. And life goes on, women are still harmed, on a daily basis.
Covid happened and that put an end to my activism. I was much too busy fighting to raise awareness about the risks of the COVID vaccine and trying to see if there was a way that my husband wouldn’t have to take it.
He did. Two shots later. I didn’t have a heart for talking about medical injury anymore. I didn’t want to think about how harmful the vaccines might be. I wanted to block that out of my mind. I wanted to get back into the world and at least ‘pass’ as a semi-normie.
My husband has had two surgeries this year and more medical tests to follow. The thoughts start coming, would all this have happened if it wasn’t for the vaccine?
But I don’t go there very often, because what can I do? Medical activism feels to me like kicking a brick wall. You use all of your strength and power, and still can’t get very far and only get hurt.
Because what is the use of wrestling against the physical realm? - For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6.12
This is a spiritual battle, and it’s only by taking the battle out of the physical and into the spiritual that we have any hope of being on the winning side.
While I don’t ‘fight’ for causes anymore, from time to time it comes up in my mind, the responsibility I have to tell my story, in the hope that maybe one woman, might not be injured. There have been a few women who did not have the procedure I had, because they stumbled across our fb group, and were aware of the risks.
While the evil system rages on, maybe all we can do is share our stories, speak the truth about our lives, and experiences, and by doing so help to make a few lives a little better, until one day, the old system will be destroyed and everything will be made new.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. Revelation 21.4
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For more information about the spiritual battle, and how to be on the winning side check out the information on the false light here.