I was born in 1965, with significant hypotonia (muscle weakness).  At the age of two years, I still couldn’t hold my head up.

I remember dealing with health challenges from a very young age. Falls were commonplace. More than once the weakness reached the point of loss of consciousness. Dealing with pain and weakness was a daily occurrence.

My mother took me for endless tests that came up with nothing, and each time I was told again that it was all in my head. At that time, alternative therapies were rare, and there too my mother took me where there was some chance that it would help.

I actually remember being with (yet another) therapist, and I had a dream in my heart! A dream to be a caregiver with two main goals:
One: to really help my patients
Two: to be honest with my patients

When I grew up, I enrolled in nursing school.  Towards the beginning of my second year of school, when we had to do physical work which was difficult for me, such as lifting patients, I turned to the nursing school management and asked them to give me the most difficult patients in every other way, just not physically heavy.

The response was that if I couldn’t lift the patients, there was no point in my staying there. Even then I understood that if I was expelled from nursing school because of physical weakness, something which seemed illogical to me, it was certainly meant to be, and I would end up in a place that was more suitable for me.

I began to study medical devices. While studying, I continued my search for a cure. At the age of 23 I was sent for an EMG test (which measures muscle activity and nerve conduction integrity), and the doctors were surprised to see that the test came out abnormal and repeated the test three times.

I received an (incorrect) diagnosis of severe muscular dystrophy. The doctor “explained” to me that every time I tired myself, I was moving closer to my death and advised me not to exert myself. He said that my prognosis was to end up in a wheelchair and die young.

He wasn’t the only doctor who thought I would never be able to give birth……. Thank God I married my dear husband and gave birth to five children!! I was also privileged to have my dream come true and to treat many patients with frequency therapy, using a Bicom device, and emotional therapy.

Over the years, I have succeeded in achieving an understanding of how to manufacture preparations loaded with frequencies, which may help with various problems.

The preparations are charged so strongly that the preparation becomes, like the Bicom device, a “frequency transmitter” for specific problems. By external application, the preparation transmits therapeutic frequencies to the body, and enables home use of frequency therapy.