This has been a very sad week for
our organization - Safe Wireless Electrical and Electromagnetic
Policies (SWEEP).
Rose Marie Smith passed away after
suffering from cancer during the last four years.
Rose Marie Smith, David Fancy
and I (Martin Weatherall) co-founded the SWEEP organization about
two years ago. At that time, I was recovering from
major surgery for prostate cancer, and had become electro
hyper-sensitive. David had become very electro hyper-sensitive
and was suffering badly. Rose was in remission from her first
brush with cancer and was also electro hyper-sensitive.
We all related our conditions to over-exposure to electro
magnetic radiation.
We had all been searching
for answers as to why this had happened and where to get
help. We all discovered that
government departments, health services and anywhere else to which
we turned for help were not only useless, but that their lack of
belief and understanding made our situations far worse. We
decided to form SWEEP and have been raising awareness and helping other
victims ever since.
Rose first developed symptoms of
cancer while working at Convergys, a large telephone call centre
contracted to AT&T . She worked in a building filled with
telephones, electrical wiring and computers. This was a
very dangerous electrical environment because of all the
equipment being used and she reported that there was much illness among
the other staff. Her cancer went into remission while she was
recovering at home, but she started developing the same symptoms
shortly after returning to the same polluted workplace. Soon
after SWEEP was formed, Rose's cancer returned. Unfortunately,
her illness prevented her full involvement in SWEEP, as she was
unable to use a computer because of the adverse effects to her
health. She was always proud to be involved in SWEEP and remained
positive and upbeat throughout her illness, even helping many others
with cancer.
Rose led an interesting life; among
her experiences, she even lived in a tipi in the woods for three
years during the 1980s. About eighteen months ago, she provided
me with the attached e-mail message which detailed her extensive
experience with electrical pollution, electro magnetic radiation and
electro hypersensitivity. I encourage you all to read it and
understand how serious electrical pollution really is.
She will be well remembered and missed
by many.
The Future
In recent weeks, a decision was made
to change the name of SWEEP. This change came about because our
name was similar to The Safe Wireless Initiative, a large US based
organization, and people were confusing us with them. We were
planning to change the name when our Internet web site was fully
operational and announced to the public. Unfortunately, our web
designer has become very ill and there have been delays. With the passing of Rose Marie Smith, it seems
like a good time to announce our new name and again move forward.
Our new name is W.E.E.P.
- Wireless Electrical and Electromagnetic Pollution.
We believe that W.E.E.P. is a
suitable acronym because it indicates the sadness of many people
who suffer because of electro magnetic radiation. It also
reflects our sadness, that governments and high tech companies place
money and so-called progress before the health and safety of people,
animals, birds, insects, and the environment. Countless
lives are being put at risk by greedy operators and stupid government
officials who have allowed the vast expansion of microwave
communications technology.
If you do not wish to keep receiving W.E.E.P.
e-mails, please advise me and I will remove you from our list.
The only purpose of our e-mails is to inform you of a serious threat
(electro magnetic radiation) to your lives and to your environment, and
to keep you informed about news on this subject.
Sincerely,
Martin Weatherall
Co-Director W.E.E.P. (Canada)
I first noticed a
connection between "sick" headaches, pain and numbness in my
right shoulder and arm, and exposure to flourescent lighting
in 1977 while attending Niagara College in Welland, Ontario. I
was in the Library Technician Program, and Libraries were on the verge
of converting their card catalogues and microfische data bases to
computers. I could not get comfortable with the idea, and halfway
through my second year I dropped out, and moved west, first to Granisle
BC, amining town in the interior. There I was the night auditor
(midnight to 8am) for 18 months in the local hotel, and then
spent another 18 months as a filter operator working constantly
changeing shifts and coming home covered in copper dust everyday. We
only wore masks if there was visible dust in the air. My shoulder pain
was worse, and headaches were pretty regular
occurrences.
From 1981 to 1984 we lived in a tipi in the
woods, three miles outside the tiny coastal town of Stewart, BC with
kerosene light and wood heat. I was very healthy, and headaches were
rare. In late 1985, we moved to Meziadin Lake BC, a remote wilderness
area, where we built a home: log, with a big enamelled metal roof that
when connected by a piece of blasting wire to an old car stereo, gave
us radio reception.Occasionally, I would "hear" radio reception in my
teeth, especially the first year. When the Chernoble nuclear
accident happened in 1986, we were directly accross the straight of
Kamchatka.
We knew there was a microwave relay tower 3km from us, also on the
lake, which provided the telephone signal for the nearby town of
Stewart, and the payphones at Meziadin Juction, less than a mile from
the tower, but it is only now that I understand the connection to
the frequent and sometimes severe headaches and joint pain
that re-emerged around the end of 1987. These headaches
included sinus pain and nausea, and also coincided with the
building of a 137 KV transmission line 200 feet from my back
door, and new neighbors who clear cut their acre lot and ran a very
sick diesel generator 24/7 for two years, until we were finally
successful in getting them to clean it up in 1989. I was pregnant
with my third child during that time, and had constant morning sickness
that disappeared when I went to Stewart, or anywhere away from our home
for more than a day. Since they had removed the bush from their lot,
the blue smoke from their generator would leave their yard and get hung
up in our trees and bush. Ivey was born 2 weeks premature (February 18
1988), and is also electrically sensitive (her first major reaction in
grade one: terrible debilitating flu like symptoms, brought on by an
aquarium in the one room school at Meziadin Lake.Although I didn't know
about dirty electricity or magnetic fields consciously, something made
me insist that Ivey's desk be moved to the other side oft the
room, by a window, open whenever possible. This helped a lot.). Things
were better after the cleanup of the generator, but we had a generator
of our own that we ran a few houirs a day, especially in winter,
with a large flourescent in the kithen where I worked only a
couple of feet from it, being a full time wife and mother. Headache
medication was still a staple in our home, as was Tiger Balm for my
joint
pain.
In
1992 we began 5 years of a mainainance contract as the Facility
Operators of Meziadin Lake Provincial Park, just a stone's
throw from the Microwave tower. Around this time I also began to spend
a lot of time lobbying the BC government on the pay phone at Meziadin
Junction. My aim was to access power from the line they had built past
us, and it finally happened in 1999. In the intervening years, I
probobly spent an average of three hours a day with a reciever jammed
into my ear talking or waiting to talk with government officials ,
community organizations and lawyers. We worked very hard in the Park,
but overall were pretty healthy, aside from pretty regular headaches,
and flare ups of my joint pain. In 1996 we opened Club Mez Corner
Store, at Meziadin Junction, where the counter I sat at was
no more than three feet from the switch box. There was a bank of
flourescent lights down the length of the building, and power came from
a big generator at the back of the property. This junction was located
1km from the Microwave station, half a km from the park. As the
proprietor, I spent on average 10 hours a day at Club Mez. . When not behind the counter, I was composing
copius correspondence on our computer, and then faxing it off, usually
standing right by the fax so I could regulate the feed. My children
came to the store after school and on weekends, so I also began to cook
on a Convection/Microwave. By the end of 1999, my fatigue was extreme:
within moments of sitting down at home each night, I would be in a deep
sleep, sitting up, sometimes I would even find myself dozing behind the
counter at work. But look at my lifestyle, right? I did notice an
improvement in my shoulder pain after moving a wooden gun case that had
been under our bed. I didn't know how or why, but I knew it was a
problem.
In June 2000, we closed Cub Mez and I took a month off. This did
a lot for me and I felt full of life in July when I went to work
for my friend who owned the Junction, at the Meziadin cafe. The work
there was also hard in the summer, slow in the winter, but only eight
or nine hours a day, and two days off a week. I definitely improved
over the next two years. Our house was now hooked up to the grid, and
there were no more diesel generators in the neighborhood. It was still
normal for me to have at least one severe headache a week, lasting one
or two days, but I would medicate and carry
on.
In 2002,
the end of my marriage led to my return to the Niagara Penninsula,
where I moved into an apartment building in the lee of huge
transmission towers. It was a cozy place, heated by radiant electricity
in the walls and floor and cieling. We were on the second floor, and I
slept on a metal futon frame. I quickly went to work at Convergys, a
call center where the client was AT&T Wireless. There were lots of
positions open, but they wanted people to work the late shift: 5pm to
2:30am. Already a strike against the immune system, but of course there
was much more. The training classrooms, where we spent 9 weeks,each had
26 computers ina 12 x 24 space, with another classroom on the other
side of the walls. In addition there were lots of flourescent lights,
overhead projectors and outllets galore. Within the first two weeks,
everyone of my classmates, including me, came down with many of the
symptoms we now know are related to exposure to dirty electricity and
magnetuc fields: headaches, flu-like symtoms, dry cough, and fatigue to
name a few. This was regarded as normal, but at the same time, you
could not miss any training, or you would have to go back to the
beginning with another class. My particular"Wave" of classes, were the
first to be trained for the specific job of "migrating" existing
AT&T digital tecnology customers to the new 2.5g system, a
stepping stone to UMTS. When I left for the final time in
Sept 2004, the process was now "migrating" people to the true 3g,
or UMTS. For many years I'd had a little cough, (which I now control by
staying away from dairy products,) but in the call center it changed.
There was a constant tickle, and I used a can of Altoids mints every
work week. Once we were "on the floor" we were in a grocery store sized
building, carpeted over concrete, banks of floourescent lights, far too
close together. The work stations were long rows back to back, no more
than three feet wide, and not quite as deep. Monitor, keyboard and
telephone on the desktop, PC tower on the floor at the rep's knee,
multiplied by 400 or so.By the end of 2002, I was once again very
fatigued, with frequent, debilitating headaches. Like everyone else, I
carried a little can of medications for work: painkillers,
antihistimines, digestive aids. I worked with many people who
developed skin allergies, and there was an ongoing skirmish involving
the percieved "flea bites" that people experienced, and the lack of
fleas discovered by the pest control people. I experienced this myself:
sudden intense itching and when you scratch, a blister breaks off and
bleeds, just as if you've been bitten by an insect of some sort.
Several reps working near to me had other dermatalogical
effects as well, on their hands and faces, as well as eye strain,
itching, pulling sensation and watering. One sufferred from
chronic fatigue, another fibromyalgia, and many found themselves
using asthma puffers, which they had not needed since high school, or
dealing with a constant cough, even when no illness was
present.
Early in
2003, I began to notice a heaviness and irritated feeling in my right
breast. By the end of Feb there were actual physical changes: shrinking
and hardening of the breast tissue, and an inversion of the nipple. It
felt hot inside without actually being hot in a way that could be
measured. I looked in a recent medical book at a Chapters store,
and determined that I probobly had Inflammatory Breast Cancer.
The only Doctor taking patients in Welland at that time (Dr
Tucker) classically misdiagnosed it as an infection, even
though I shared what I had learned and feared with him (which prompted
him to ask where I had gone to Medical Scool). I took the course
of antibiotics, starting on two days off, and thought they were helping
at first. By the end I was worse, and asked if I could see the Doctor
to discuss a differrent treatment. He had scheduled me for a mammogram,
but not till June.. Ultrasound and xrays of my abdomen, but not of my
breasts, were done fairly soon and when I went back to see him, he
prescribed medication for a hiatus hernia, and another round of the
same antibiotic. The first week of May, my right arm and hand swelled
up over night. The skin was tight and hard, and it felt very
heavy. I called to request an ultrasound of my
breasts, before the mammogram in June. I had it done within the
week, but when I called for a follow up appointment, I was told the
Doctor wanted to wait for the results of the Mammogram before seeing me
again. Grudgeingly, I waited. Upon seeing me walk in to his office,
this Doctor said to me "Good news, no cancer" . He did not show me the
results of either test, but made a "just to be sure " appoinment with a
surgeon, but not till August!
It was
now the end of June, and unwilling to wait, my sister got me in to see
her Doctor (who was my Family Doctor before moving out West) Dr Fakim
immediatly sent me to a surgeon, but not before showing me the report
from the Breast Ultrasound, which was very clear about the likelihood
of cancer, and immediate follow up with a surgeon. A set of biopsies
confirmed the diagnoses I had made at Chapters: Infiltrating Carcinoma,
relatively rare (but getting more common) and mostly deadly. I had 10
days off in July, and as I told the Oncologist, Dr Findlay, I really
felt as if it had gotten a little better, just before I was due to
start Chemotherapy. My first two weeks of chemo were on my next
vacation days in August. After that I dragged myself to work, often
feeling out of my body and quite nauseous, until I began the next two
week stint in September. By mid September I determined I could no
longer work while undergoing chemotherapy. We had moved over the
summer, and while it was better than the last place, it was also quite
polluted, electrically. (Gauss meter readings in the yard were 7mg this
summer) During the chemo, I became sensitive to everything, tastes,
smells, sounds. The old pain in my right shoulder and headaches were
back,and new pain in my left shoulder and arm, which sometimes pulsed
in the titanium port a cath in my left chest, along with terrible
fatigue. My last session was in mid January
2004.
By May I was feeling
pretty good, and we moved again, to a lovely place, but, I was to
discover, also polluted. Also in May, My sister cut out an article in
our local paper The Tribune, on the " Beyond Silent Spring" Conferrence
that had just taken place at Brock University, nearby, put on by the
Breast Cancer Research and Education Fund, of St Catherines. That
article led me to become part of the BCREF, and introduced me to Dirty
Electricity, and Dave Stetzer. By July, I felt better than I had in
years, and, to Dr Findlays surprise, I went back to work at Convergys.
This was to be my last appointment with him, as his reaction to how
well I was doing , was that I should consider having a bilateral
mastectomy and a lot of radiation " just on the pie-in-the-sky-chance
that we might get all the cancer. " This from the same Doctor who had
told me each appointment that "We're not going to cure this cancer,
more like try to manage symptoms, since it is a systemic
disease." I requested to change to Dr Giesbrecht, but did not see her
until late September. By the end of my third week back, I was
becoming increasingly tired, my upper respiratory tickle/cough was
back, and overnight on August 02,2004, my left hand and arm swelled for
the first time, and the swelling was back in the right as well. The
fourth week, I began to percieve the "feeling" in both
breasts, but this time more pronounced in the left breast. Before I was
diagnosed, I had worn my headset on the right side, with the cord
clipped to my clothes across the right breast. Upon my return I found
that my right ear was bothered by the head set, so I switched to the
left: coincidence? Not! I was on dayshift, with static days off,
due to my "disability", but still I became debilitatingly tired and
dyslexic by the end of each week. At first I could recover sufficiently
on my days off, but soon I became too polluted.On Sept 01, 2004, I met
Dave Stetzer at the Etobicoke School of Art, where he was overseeing
the installation of Graham Stetzer Filters. I aquired some filters,
thanks to Dave, my Sister and my best freind. My apartment was so
"dirty" that the microsurge meter could not read until some filters
were plugged in. I noticed an immediate positive effect, and took ten
filters to work, thinking I might be able to protect myself and still
go to work. The first week or so it did help, but the second week of
September, I was going home early, taking days off, and finally, on
eptember 15, I knew I
could not stay any longer. My symptoms were extreme, heat and noise in
my head, sharp pain in the left shoulder radiating to the port in my
chest, upper respiratory distress, confusion, headache, swelling in my
arms and fatigue. Upon getting home, I plugged in the rest of the
filters, made some tea, and within an hour most of the symptoms were
either gone or greatly reduced. Once again I was forced to stop
working, and I began to make contact with the Occupational Health
Clinic, The Worker's Health and Safety Center, and the Ministry of
Labour, on the advice of my MP's Office (Peter Kormos) The Occupational
Health Clinic was very willing to conduct a study in the workplace, but
Convergys Middle Managers would not even speak to John Oudyke of the
OHC, or to Dave Stetzer, who had offerred to come and speak
to Convergys on the subject. I provided those Managers (
Including The Joint Health and Safety Commitee) with a disc of
peer reviewed research, as well as quite a lot of hard
copy. I had a meeting with the then senior manager of operations, Ross
Duff, in early Sept 2004, who acknowledged my concerns, but
made it clear that the problem was mine, not theirs, and they couldn't
endanger their "Client's Proprietary Information.", by allowing any
kind of study, and they were also not prepared to install filters in
the Welland Convergys site, just for me. They couldn't allow Dave
Stetzer to speak to them because of their "very strict
non-solicitation policy". This was a matter of employee health, and
Dave would simply have done a presentation on Dirty Electricity, but
Joanne MacLeod, the management representative for the Joint Health
& safety Commitee, told me in a private meeting in the HR of
Convergys in late August 2004, that their "policy" would not
allow this: this same policy, however, allowed, during my brief
tenure there, tables set up in the employees cafeteria, by Costco
(giving out $50 rebates on memberships (that cost $50) Nokia (offerring
cheap cell phones for Convergys Employees) Niagara College (Recruiting
Students!) Needless to say, the policy that was actually being adhered
to was the "Don't Rock the Boat" policy. But the boat is out in
high seas already. And Employers in the Call Center Industry in
particular, need to start addressing the problem, because it HAS been
brought to your attention, by many more people than myself. In the case
of Convergys, I believe that the Managers there (Particularily that
one attatched to the JHSC) have acted in a criminal manner,
similar to that of Hydro One's dealings with Martin Weatherall, and
Bell Canada's with Lorna Wilson. Still they cry "no proof" but it's not
true. Because of Dave Stetzer and Martin Graham, scientists have a tool
whereby they can remove the dirty electricity, and measure the
biological effects. Emminent Environmental Researcher, Dr Magda Havas
is immersed in the research, and the results are doing what a report by
the Ministry of Labour's Radiation Specialist Peter Fuhry ( carried out
at Convergy the first week of November 2004, at my behest) called
for; namely that the non thermal biological effects be demonstrated
with enough force to be included in the Exposure Standards
The past year has been very full, after detoxing at home in my somewhat
safe apartment (where I had 28 filters and Chokes on all the radiators)
and doing biofeedback therapy, and diet therapy (including an
Essiaclike tea I've been taking since chemo) I have kept my symptoms at
bay, at least enough so that no more chemo has been offerred. I had a
mercury filled molar removed, and would like to have the rest of
my corroding mercury filled teeth removed as well. A
bone scan (coupled with two xrays same day) in April, showed
nothing, but caused me excruciating pain in my left shoulder, arm and
hand. My shoulder had been sensitive since the insertion of the
titanium port for venous access, and I'd had two other bone
scans, with no reaction while it was happening, but fatigue and joint
pain for a week or more after. I fully expected this would be the same,
but as soon as the digital counter was pressed, terrible pain began in
my shoulder and elbow. A cramp, I thought, and tried to will it
away without moving, since you are supposed to be very still. The pain
crept down my forearm to my hand, while always increasing in the
shoulder and elbow, and a building pressure in my head. Unconciously, I
began to pant and whimper, and the Technician, Boris, leaned over and
softly, seriously, asked if I had "taken something". I told him it was
hurting me, but he said that was impossible, there was nothing to hurt
me, it was just a camera. I managed to get through the first
17 min shot, as soon as the timer dinged , the pain flooded away and
became just a background ache. Boris assured me once again that nothing
could hurt me, and started the next shot, I think it was 4
minutes, It was the same, but worse more quickly, right down to my
fingertips, and a pressure in my head ; all whooshing away with the
counter's "ding", and starting again for the final shot. Boris began
counting down for me on the final two shots " Just 3 more minutes, just
2 and a half more minutes " etc. Bless him. After it was over, I was
pale, shaky, disoriented, and my left arm was achy and throbbing. For a
couple of weeks I felt as if I were recovering from a very
bad flu, and the burning pain in my upper right rib was constant.All of
May and June, my shoulder was my meter, flaring up with a throbbing
pain in the presence of magnetic fields and dirty electricity. I could
not place my arm behind my back, or lift it above my head: not only did
it cause terrible pain, it simply wouldn't move. I got a completely
wooden and foam bed, and that helped a little. I have since moved once
again, as their were three huge transformers at the front of the
old place, and another at the back, both no more than 30 feet from
the second floor balconies. Twice in the basement, where my laundry
hook up was, I experienced an attack, probobly of ground current,
which caused me cripplinf, stabbing pain in my left mid back, below the
I went back with a gauss meter and that intersection is around
10mg. The whole time I lived there, my left shoulder was very
sensitive, causing me severe pain on movement, and getting so I
couldn't move it some ways even with pain, it just wouldn't move. I
went to a great occupational therapist, I did all the home exercises
and ice packs, but really the only thing that helped in the end was
moving to a neighborhood of small homes with no big transformers. I
have regained the use of that arm without pain, 90%, and have not been
doing the ice packs or other therapies.The house has no basement and
the magnetic field is less than one mg, I have put Chokes on the water,
gas and hydro pipes outside. The dirty electricity readings were
24-31 with peaks of 39-44 the first month I was here
(July) The day before Hurricane Katrina Made landfall (Aug
28) those RF/Dirty Electricity readings went up so normal was 39-47
with peaks of 50-65, and they have only gone back to normal briefly
Sept 20-22. In the presence of microwave towers and cell phone masts, I
feel pain/pressure in my ears, sinus and jaw, becoming headache and
nausea if I cannot get away. Previously, my left shoulder had been my
"meter", but it is vastly improved, only twinging after long exposure (
an hour in the mall) The ear pain and pressure manifested Sept
4th out at Lake Mudie, near Brock University. On the shores of a
connecting lake (Lake Gibson) a Remote Control Aircraft Club was
audible from our little point of land.where we often picnic. My friend
and I were standing on some half submerged rocks close to shore,
enjoying the bliss of the day and the spot, as she moved off her rock,
which was located a foot from a large metal boom, I suddenly felt a
little wobbly. My rock was not as flat as the one Ruth had vacated, so
I moved to hers, and instantly was assailed with vertigo. My head
filled up with noise and heat and I was overwhelmed by nausea. I
got to shore and gasped for Ruth to put the cushion in the shade for
me. My head was filled with a combination of crashing surf and clanging
factory noise, with a sort of buzzing through it all, as I moved to lay
down , my left ear plugged up as if I had just made a huge shift in
altitude, and my right ear had a sharp pain. On the edge of my vision
it was first very bright, then a band of dark, and then my regular
vision, but it felt "pulled" Within a minute of laying down I was a
little better, The noise, heat and nausea quickly receeded to
background unpleasantness, but the plugging/painful ear , and
buzzing, as well as the bright/dark spots in my vision have been
added to my list of symptoms that come and go with my envirnment. Since
that day I have felt worse than previously, especially fatigued and
brain fogged, and all my "meters" functioning. Even so, I feel
very priviliged to be a part of bringing this Crime of the Century to
the attention of those who make our policies regarding safe
exposure levels.
Rose Smith