"In Colombia, not a single medical doctor is trained in any of the universities to treat this problem [microwave syndrome]. It’s simply not taught anywhere in pre-graduate or graduate programs in medical schools around the country. Plus, being a medical doctor, I know of the IGNORANCE and DOGMATISM of the medical profession."
electrosensitivesociety.com, (date unknown)
Please let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. Carlos Sosa, M.D. (physician and surgeon) and I’m presently living in Medellin, Colombia in South America.
During the month of May 2006, I was forced to leave my house because of the symptoms caused to me and my family by the microwaves of a wireless Internet (WiFi) mast (or antenna). The structure had been in our building for nearly three years and the company that owned it had been slowly raising the transmission frequency.
In May/06 I started feeling a terrible sense of unwellness: headaches, dizziness, insomnia, nausea, irritability, amnesia or forgetfulness and lack of attention or concentration capacity. I couldn’t bear being close to my house or to any other microwave mast, be it cell phone or WiFi antennas. I had to leave my house together with my whole family just to find out that the city was flooded by some 4000 masts that wouldn’t ‘t leave a single irradiated spot for us to live in.
I could sense the electromagnetic fields that were being given off by these antennas blocks away before I could even see them. Many times I felt like a burning candle in the back part of my head (occipital). We had to move to five different apartments all over the city because the situation was the same no matter where we went. I couldn’t find physical or mental peace anywhere in the city. I couldn’t study again which, being a Medical Doctor is a tragedy. Studying is my life and I wasn’t able to remember or to concentrate. I had to resign my position at the hospital where I worked because there were various microwave cell phone masts around the hospital. I could not stand being inside the Emergency Service because the electromagnetic contamination was just too high and I felt pain just trying to find a place to park the car. That used to be my daily routine.
Despite the fact that I tried to get help from local health authorities and the National Ministry of Communications of Colombia, nobody actually helped me. I sent my written reports with medical evidence to our city Health Secretary. He probably laughed a lot.
A few months later I found out of Dr. William Rea who runs the Environmental Health Clinic in Dallas, Texas. I left immediately in search of his help. I already knew I had Microwave Syndrome. The alterations in my physiology were serious enough to seek help anywhere in the world.
In Colombia, not a single medical doctor is trained in any of the universities to treat this problem. It’s simply not taught anywhere in pre-graduate or graduate programs in medical schools around the country. Plus, being a medical doctor, I know of the IGNORANCE and DOGMATISM of the medical profession. If I made it public I would be tried for witchcraft. Despite this, I tried a very prestigious neurologist who had studied in Great Britain. He didn’t even know the syndrome existed in Medicine and he tried to laugh before I showed him my box with some 2000 medical publications from all medical specialties written by doctors from all over the world.
In Dallas I was able to meet people from the five continents with exactly my same story: they had been subject to microwave radiation from a mast that was one, two, three or four blocks away.
I was not considering the possibility of surviving in the measure that my neurological functions were deeply affected. My best option at that point in time was committing suicide and I thought about it every hour of every day. Dr. Rea made the diagnosis of a toxic encephalopathy, immune dysregulation and dysautonomy. All of these diagnoses are a direct consequence of microwave irradiation. It had been many years since I had cried. I stayed in the clinic’s rest room for half an hour trying to vanish the traces of the tears and my red eyes. I knew how serious the situation was. Basically all of my life, my profession and my neurological integrity was at stake.
Dr. Rea taught me a lot. I will be eternally grateful to him. Though he wanted me to stay for two or three months, my economical situation did not allow for it. The very first day I had to spend almost all of my money in lab examinations. The medical results at the clinic spread through all of the gamut of possibilities from no response, partial recovery, functional symptoms, to total cure.
I returned to Colombia in search of a place to hide from microwaves in the jungle...