This is the most vulnerable message I’ve ever written.

I am not well. My body is shutting down. Each day feels heavier, harder to survive. The pain, the fatigue, the symptoms, they are worsening. I am watching my life fade, slowly and painfully. I know in my heart that my breast implants are poisoning me. I know I need them out.

But I’m stuck. The doctors won’t listen. They prescribe pills, dismiss my pain, and send me away. I don’t have the money for the explant surgery, and I can’t keep waiting while my body falls apart. I am reaching out now because I need help. I need your help.

If you’ve ever felt moved by my journey, if I’ve ever inspired you or made you feel seen, please, I’m asking you to give whatever you can toward my surgery. I am fighting to live. Not to thrive yet, just to survive. I want to be a mother to my children for years to come. I want to feel like myself again.

If you can't give financially, I ask for your love, your prayers, your voice in sharing this.

With trembling hands and a hopeful heart,

Melissa