My name is Alex. I’m in my early twenties, and every day of my life right now is a fight to stay alive.

I’ve never been someone who shares my life on social media—especially not to ask for help. But after years of medical neglect, abuse, and broken promises while under the care of Blackpool Victoria Hospital and the NHS, I’ve been left with no other option.

What has happened to me has cost me my fertility, permanently damaged my organs, and left me needing multiple major, life-saving surgeries. Some of my organs will never work on their own again. These are organs I need to live anything close to a normal life.

Going private is now my only chance.

How this began

I started my period at 11 years old. From the very beginning, something was wrong.

I suffered extreme bleeding that lasted weeks or months at a time, unbearable pain, vomiting, chronic fatigue, anemia, and constant illness. My family and I were back and forth between GPs and hospital appointments for years. I was repeatedly dismissed—often by male doctors—told things like:

* “It’s normal, you’ll grow out of it.”

* “Young girls are dramatic about periods.”

* “Just go on contraception.”

I tried everything. Over 20 prescribed medications. Every form of contraception. Stronger and stronger painkillers. Nothing helped. My symptoms only worsened.

By my late teens, I was in and out of hospital constantly, begging for help while my body deteriorated. Yet we had even more years of fighting to come.

Finally diagnosed—far too late

In 2023, after years of fighting, my health collapsed. I spent 13 days in Blackpool Victoria Hospital undergoing scans and tests.

I was finally diagnosed with Adenomyosis and Endometriosis.

By then, the damage was already severe.

I was told I would never be able to carry a child. I believe with everything in me that if I had been listened to earlier, my chances would have been different.

I was promised a treatment plan, surgeries, and hope. I was told I would have a second chance at life.

Those promises were broken.

What followed

I was put into a chemically induced menopause at just the beginning of my twenties, while waiting for surgeries that never came on time then I spent all of 2024 fighting the hospital for dates & appointments while my condition spiraled out of control.

I bled for six months straight.
My body began producing milk.
I suffered pregnancy-like symptoms despite being infertile.


I was repeatedly starved and dehydrated while being told “surgery is today”—only for it to be cancelled again and again.

In early 2025, it was discovered that my endometriosis had spread to my kidneys, bladder, bowel, pelvis, ovaries, and womb, causing permanent damage. I lost all bladder function and now live with a catheter every day of my life.

I was also later told that the hospital was not endometriosis-specialist trained and likely failed to remove all of the disease—allowing it to grow back aggressively.

On top of this, I was given the wrong medication for my condition for over 2-3 years, accelerating the damage to my body.

Hospital treatment that broke me

I have experienced neglect and cruelty no patient—especially a young woman—should ever endure.

After surgery, I was left begging for help, unable to move, collapsing on the floor while staff laughed and walked away. My call buzzer was moved out of reach. I was left covered in vomit. My family had to intervene just to get me basic care.

During my most recent hospital stay in January, I nearly died. I became delirious, severely dehydrated, and critically unwell. I was told it was “just a flare-up” while my family begged for help.

I was later informed a large ovarian cyst had ruptured— by over

20 new cysts I’ve developed causing the largest one to burst.

At one point, a nurse told me, in front of my family:
“If you die when you go home tonight, that’s on you.”

I am terrified of returning to hospital. But I am more terrified of dying without ever being given a real chance to live.

Why I need help now

The NHS has failed me repeatedly. My body cannot survive another year of delays, dismissals, and damage.

Going private is my only option to:

* Access specialist endometriosis surgery

* Have a full hysterectomy safely

* Receive surgery treatment for my bladder and kidneys for the sever damage

* Stop the disease from destroying what I have left

I don’t want to die in my twenties.

I want to work again. I want to see my friends & family. I want a life where waking up doesn’t mean more pain, more loss, more fear.

More than just me

This fundraiser isn’t just about saving my life—it’s about awareness too.

To every young woman being told it’s “just a bad period”: you are not crazy. This is real. These conditions destroy organs. They steal fertility. They take lives!

If I survive this, I will spend the rest of my life fighting for women to be heard—so no one else loses their body, their future, or their twenties the way I have.

Thank you

If you’ve read this far, thank you. Truly.

If you’re able to donate—even £1—you are helping give me a second chance at life.


If you can share this, you are helping me be heard.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for standing with me.

— Alex