"Medical records and surgical procedure not consented to"

So I discovered a freckle.. on the entrance to my vagina. It changed, it got tad bigger, darker, was kinda irregularly shaped. A while later I noticed it looked slightly different again. In the back of my mind my ignored high grade cervical changes results screamed at me that I should prob do something about it. But I didn’t want to. I’m not terrified of medical treatments, doctors, hospitals, all of it, I’d kinda rather just risk it and die honestly. And how embarrassing. I’m a private person. The thought was mortifying.

Then I remembered I had a daughter. Fk. So I went to the GP, their Dr friend in the clinic had been a Dermatologist so they referred me to them, who didn’t know what it was either… maybe a freckle.. maybe a melanoma. They said we needed a biopsy. I declined. Do you know how many turn out to be benign I said. You aren’t mutilating me for “could be”  I’ll take my chances.

The Dermatologist referred me to a plastic surgeon- said they could prob do it better than the Dermatologist could in the clinic- that they can do tiny tiny punch hole one even needle biopsies so not to worry. So I went to see the specialist plastic surgeon. They didn’t know what it was either, but I recall they were scared to remove it as technically it was sorta in not on.. so kinda intruding on surgical gyno oncology turf- so they referred me to them and offered to co-treat me should they require.

So I saw the oncology gyno at the hospital and there isn’t enough space to write the horrors. I clearly wrote on my intake form to not remove or mutilate me, on day of surgery I clearly wrote I only consented to punch hole tiny biopsy whilst they did laser on high grade abnormalities. I awoke in agony, couldn’t sit up, walk without peeing, discovered I had stitches no one told me about , held together by stitches! Cut and sewn back up everywhere and terrible infection. The hospital couldn’t confirm what procedure was done or by who. Wouldn’t let me return.

My drs wouldn’t give me pain killers as they didn’t know the procedure. And a surgery that I was meant to go to work the next day if I wanted led to immediate menopause, thyroid crisis hair falling out, 9 months bed rest, 12 months no sex, still numb, and much more- too scared to return, gained 16 kg can’t lose, trust no one, freckle turned out to be a damn freckle, they decided whilst I was unconscious to remove a few cm cube just in case. Ruined my life.

I believe altered reports , won’t give full records, each release shows different records, dates changed, won’t give me legal departments details, health complaints say too long ago but ignore the trauma I’ve endured and my disabilities. It’s all in black and white. No consent was given. Still no justice. Not going away.