Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Shirley. I am nothing but a number and a statistic to the N.H.S. To my family and friends I am a person.

I was born in the North of England. The only girl and the youngest of five half brothers. My life has been eventful. I believe in justice and honesty. If someone or something harms me or my family, then I will do everything within my power to put an end to it.

I have been asked why I am doing this. People tend to think that I will get poor or no health care if I continue but I hadn't received much health care until my recent diagnosis. 

My medical files are full of lies and derogatory statements and they paint a very different picture of me. I have the true version on here supported by facts. I am not very popular with the some of the medical profession because I expose them for what they are. I do not see them as some kind of God but as a person with a job to do.

Liking or disliking me should not come in to the equation. When I pay for private treatment I don't choose some quack who is great to get on with, I read their credentials.

What more would anyone want to know about me? I speak my mind. Treat like with like. Enjoy nature. Love my family and friends. I love animals. Care about the world. I write poetry, enjoy photography... and I do what I can to improve healthcare in the U.K.

In the beginning...  

The first entry in my hospital files is a letter to Mr Patrick Steptoe, (gynaecologist and pioneer of the first test tube baby) from my G.P. Dr Orr. I was 16 years old and pregnant. In the letter Dr Orr says that I have low intelligence.

Dr Orr had been our family Doctor since I was a child. He was also a family friend. What reason would Dr Orr have to tell Patrick Steptoe that my intelligence was low?

That is the first blatant mistake in my medical files, the first of many more serious 'mistakes' and cover-ups that have continued for over a quarter of a century and it is still ongoing to this day...

Read more about Patrick Steptoe...


In 1982 I was 32 weeks pregnant and in labour. I was admitted into Royal Oldham Hospital but two machines monitoring my contractions were broken. It was three days before the hospital realised that I was having contractions. After a long and difficult labour my daughter was born. My daughter was born with cerebral palsy but that took two years to be diagnosed.

I have had numerous problems obtaining health care over the years. These problems led me to forming a campaign group. One small advertisement in our local newspaper and I was inundated with calls from patients who needed help.

I have been passed from Consultant to Consultant (passing the buck). The cause of each of my health problem was eventually diagnosed and treated but this has happened time and time again and is still continuing to this day.

In January 2008 a large mass was discovered on a routine scan. An M.R.I. scan paid for privately followed. The report from Christie Hospital in Manchester states that this was suspicious of malignancy.

I had surgery in April 2008 at Hope Hospital in Salford. I have been left to suffer a lot of pain with nowhere to turn. Ultrasound scans that I have had, at a private hospital last year and also recently at Hope Hospital, found numerous problems, yet most of these problems did not show on my C.T. scan at Hope. This raises questions, how accurate are their machines, are the widths of the image slices sufficient etc.?

I have endured public humiliation, abuse and neglect from some so called ‘medical professionals’. It has been a long, tough and painful journey that I have paid a high price for both emotionally and financially. It is not over yet.