I picked up The Times last week (Thursday) and to my UTTER SHOCK AND HORROR read about my old Doctor, Mr Owen Gilmore, and how he was given ‘voluntary erasure’ by the GMC to avoid malpractice suits or charges against him. What?!!
LADIES he is the man that ‘cleared’ me! “I’ll see you next year!” he said as I watched him close my file. Well, I was supposed to be on my merry way until I asked him about my mammogram that I scheduled at his clinic. He told me I didn’t need one. Hmmmm…
Just a few days later, I went in for that mammogram that I scheduled and brought on myself. On October 5th 2010 I was diagnosed with Stage Two, Grade Two Breast Cancer by Ms Fiona McNeil at The London Breast Clinic, 108 Harley Street, where Mr Gilmore had just been removed from. And this is not a joke!
I have held back from being truly candid about certain doctors in this country (UK) and honestly I can’t give you a reason why. I mean, aren’t we all in this fight against cancer together anyway? I held back my feelings about my cancer treatment and what I have seen and heard and gone through only because the medical staff I have been involved with thought I was exaggerating or being a big baby. Well, I am not now.
After I read about Mr Gilmore it shot chills up my spine! I almost believed him! Can you imagine if I had?!!! I would be sitting here facing a certain death sentence probably with Stage Four Breast Cancer with less than a year to live!
I wasn’t treated by The London Breast Clinic, I sought a second opinion and for a very good reason. I was formally diagnosed on the 7th of October in Ms MacNeil’s office. I walked out after I asked her what type of breast cancer I had and what do you think her answer was?
“Breast cancer is breast cancer.” Really? They are all alike, are they Fiona?
I may as well have walked over to the morgue to tell them I preferred cremation over burial and not to fuss over me too much!
Yes I believe there are some outstanding doctors out there who, if they can get past their own egos, do actually care for their patients. I know this sounds like I am scathed woman, but I am pissed! I am so mad and not for the sake of myself because I was smart enough to realise that Mr Gilmore and Ms MacNeill were idiots! I am mad because there were other women in their waiting room for appointments made in trust and faith they would be treated with honesty! What do you think was said to them?! I hope no one else was turned away like I was!
And one more thing, what was absolutely more upsetting was that clinic did not have a counsellor on hand to help me with my diagnosis. There was only a woman who was six years out who was brave enough to come to me and describe what living with cancer was like. She saved my own ass from complete dissolution! And I thank her for that saving grace!
Ladies and gentlemen, CHECK YOUR DOCTORS! They aren’t all who they seem to be!
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