A Dark, Disturbing Side of Simon Holmes EXPOSED!
A Dark, Disturbing Side of Simon Holmes EXPOSED!
Not The Nice Guy He Pretends To Be!
Not The Nice Guy He Pretends To Be!
Mr. Simon Holmes (now prof Holmes) who works at both the Dental Institute in East London Whitechapel, London UK and also the Max Fax clinic in Barts hospital at St. Pauls, London UK is without doubt a very skilled and recognised facial surgeon but it was the worst thing that happen to me to have ever had this sadistic, egotistic menace to use his expert skills and hands on me.
What I’m about to tell you may (and probably does) sound ridiculous and absurd or maybe even paranoid but I can assure you that it is not! Looking back, I still find it hard to believe that one of your surgeons, Simon Holmes (who appears to the world to be so benevolent in helping people with facial injuries) is in fact a cruel and evil twisted individual that would use his amazing surgical skills to intentionally botch an orbital rebuild procedure (that performs successful on his patients week in and week out), inflict on me unbearable and constant pain for 6 months and leave me facially deformed – and why?
BECAUSE HE LEFT ME WITH NO ALTERNATIVE BUT TO THREATEN TO RAISE A COMPLAINT!
I would have reported this to you some years ago but after initially discussing the abuse I suffered at the hands of your NHS MaxFax surgeon Mr. Simon Holmes to my then GP Dr. Jens Ruhbach (of The Jubilee Street Practice in Commercial Road, London, E1) who was mortified by the way in which Simon Holmes (and several of his staff at his MaxFax office at Barts hospital) went about to disrespect and mistreat me almost from the get-go, my GP requested that I didn’t for reasons that I may make known at a later date.
I told Dr. Ruhbach that I was going to flood the Internet with the full details of Mr. Holmes’ (and those involved) had set about to make my life as uncomfortable and as miserable as they possibly could – as well as to inflict on me unnecessary pain and suffering.
At that time, I had every detail including all names, dates and places of which the events took place but unfortunately, I have currently either mislaid them since moving from East London to Bletchley; where I now reside.
I had injuries to my right eye and nose (as well as other parts of my body) and after visiting Dr. Ruhbach, he noticed that my right eye had dropped down. He told me that it was serious and needed to be X-rayed as soon as possible and told me to go home while he made arrangements for me to be seen at the Royal London hospital the following day.
The next morning, Dr. Ruhbach telephoned me and told me to go to the Royal London, as he had arranged for me to have a scan. The result was that my orbital floor was fractured. It was then arranged for me to see Mr. Simon Holmes’ consultant at the MaxFax clinic at Barts hospital.
It was there that I saw Mr. Holmes’ consultant. I do not have his name to hand but I believe he was Asian. (Someone at the MaxFax later gave me his name – a very long name that I’m sure you still have records of who he was).
I could never forget the meeting that took place with him. The consultation only lasted about 10 – 15 minutes and he pointed out that the success of this operation depended on it being carried out within 2 weeks and told me to make arrangements and expect for the procedure to take place within that time.
During the conversation, I lost count of the times he kept telling me that there was a possibility of me being made blind with this procedure. Honestly, it was as though he was getting some enjoyment from telling me this as he continued to overstate it and thus creating for me - excessive fear, worry and concern. He was literally telling me to ‘expect’ to be made blind!
My GP telephoned me and asked me what the outcome of that appointment was and when the procedure was to take place and I told him that it was to be within the coming 2 weeks. He was pleased as he knew that the success of it relied on it being done as soon as possible.
Well, 2 weeks went by and I hadn’t heard anything from Mr. Holmes, his consultant, his secretary or anyone. And so, after speaking again with my GP (Dr. Ruhbach) he told me that I needed to contact them and find out what was going on and when I was due to have the operation done.
So, I telephoned his office and spoke to his personal secretary (her name was Pat) and the only thing she said to me was, “Mr. Holmes will contact you when he’s ready!” I asked her if she could at least please give me some indication of when it was likely to be done and she again just repeated the very same words. She was being totally unhelpful.
After several more weeks went by and when I was able to speak to her and kept getting the same answer from her each time, I was becoming ever more anxious, concerned and now really distressed, as she seemed to be reluctant to be of any help at all and behaved in a way as, “how dare I ask about when I’m to be seen by her Mr. Simon Holmes”. I mentioned to her that the only reason that I’m asking is because my GP had told me (as well as Mr. Holmes’ consultant) that this procedure needed to be performed within 2 weeks for it to be of any success but it was as though I was talking to some sub-human answerphone who continued to repeat more sternly, “I told you that Mr. Holmes will contact you when he’s ready!” and basically that’s that! Apparently, these words were going to be etched into my head, as this was all she would EVER say to me. To say that she was unhelpful in any way would be a total understatement.
Another week went by, as did yet another and another. More than three months had elapsed and during this time it had become very hard to actually speak with Holmes’ secretary (Pat) or anyone at the MaxFax office and so I’d leave messages on their answerphone, which all were all TOTALLY ignored. Never once did either Pat (Holmes’s secretary or anyone else from his MaxFax office reply to a message I’d left on their answerphone.
If I was ever lucky enough to actually get Pat to answer, she would only spurt out the same as she always did like a broken record, “I told you that Mr. Holmes will call you when he’s ready!” During this time my GP was now furious and was insistent that I contact Mr. Simon Holmes and find out why nothing was being done and eventually told me to tell them that I was going to have no choice but to put in a complaint, as it was now very transparent that they were blatantly ignoring me and I now feared that they were purposefully delaying my operation.
I mentioned that I would have to do that (although I didn’t want to do that) as I didn’t wish to rock the boat. The last thing I wanted to do was to create bad feeling and certainly didn’t want them to delay the procedure even more out of spite and so after about almost 4 months, I got a date for the operation to be carried out.
As directed, I didn’t eat anything after 10pm (or thereabouts) the Monday night before the operation. I didn’t sleep at all that night with worry and didn’t drink any fluids after 5am that Tuesday morning. I got to Barts at about 6:30 and waited to get prepared in their dressing gown and slippers. While I was being asked questions by a young man (I believe he was acting as Mr. Holmes’ consultant) he told me that there might be a small scar on the corner of my eye after the operation. The curtain in that changing cubicle was pulled closed and Mr. Holmes happened to be standing outside the cubicle and overheard what his consultant had said. Mr. Holmes said to him outside the closed curtain, “I don’t do scars”.
Strangely, Mr. Simon Holmes NEVER once spoke to me before the procedure. He never told me what he was about to do or anything about the operation in any way whatsoever. He just never spoke to me, as though he was too good to speak to the likes of me!
I sat in that huge waiting room all day. Hour after hour passed by as patients came and went – but not me. It was the longest day ever. I was totally exhausted and was so dehydrated that my mouth was almost stuck together. My back was in bits with pain and I had a terrible headache to go with it. As the day went on, there were few people left until it was ONLY me.
It must have got to about 3pm and I asked someone when I was going to get seen and they told me that they didn’t know but it would probably be soon. Little did I EVER realise that Mr. Simon Holmes had NO intention of operation on me that day. He’d just got me in to ‘further’ cause me more stress and discomfort and to totally waste my time.
It was now about 5:30pm and I was ready to drop. I was so exhausted that I just wanted to go to sleep but I couldn’t even do that. All of a sudden, Mr. Simon Holmes came walking towards me completely dressed and suited along with two or three other men and this is exactly what he said,….
“So you want to put a complaint in?” “what”, I said? He repeated it over and over again. “Do you want to put a complaint in?”, he said. I was so exhausted that I just didn’t know where he was coming from. I said, “what are talking about?” “I thought you wanted to put a complaint in”, he said. He was acting very aggressive and flash manner, as he leaned over me while I sat in my chair in front of the other men that he had beside him.
I told him that I wasn’t going to put in a complaint and he then told me to come back next Tuesday and he said that I’d be the first one on his list; which later turned out to be a lie!
It was almost as if he was goading me to get angry with him so that he could then refuse to operate on me on the grounds of unacceptable behavior. He was without doubt – ‘holding me to ransom’ and I knew it! I watched as he laughingly walked away with his pals.
I cannot tell you what went through my mind as I had to now get dressed and make my way home in this terrible state.
This shows what a coward he is, that he would come to me while I was in that state and behave in that way. He’d deliberately called me in for the operation with zero intention of ever operating on me that day. It was his form of punishment, which was to add onto the already painstaking worry and stress that he (and his secretary Pat) caused me for the past three months and more.
There was no reason why he couldn’t have at least sent a message up to me with any old excuse why he was unable to operate on me that day but he had planned to keep me there all day for NOTHING! It was blatantly obvious and there NOTHING I could do about it if I wanted the operation carried out – which I was desperate for. It was now totally evident that Simon Holmes and his secretary Pat had it in for me but that wasn’t to be the end of it – it just the beginning!
I only wish that I’d known that Mr. Andrew Coombes was able to do that procedure, as I would have contacted him. This unfortunately, I only found out a long time after.
Have you any idea what it’s like to sit there all day, uncomfortable on one of those plastic chairs and especially as I have a serious back problem. I was in pain (that got worse and worse as the day went on) until I just couldn’t bear it anymore and constantly changed my position all day long. I couldn’t even take any of my prescribed pain killers for my back pain or the throbbing headache I had. That day seemed to last forever and I’ll never forget it!
I came back the following Tuesday, and to be fair, I didn’t hold much hope in being seen as I was sure that he wasn’t to be trusted. No professional person of sorts would have behaved the way he had by using his position to deliberately plan and inflict suffering on one of his patients - me. He obviously didn’t see me as one of ‘his’ patients but rather a toy that he could play games with.
I wasn’t the first to be operated on (as he’d stated the week before) and was the second one up. When I came to after the operation I spoke to the man in the bed next to me who’d had the same procedure – ONLY HE NOW DIDN’T HAVE DOUBLE VISION AS I DID! I asked him how long he’d waited to have his operation and he told me 2 weeks – yet I was deliberately made to wait for almost 4 months.
My injury happened in May 2008 and Simon Holmes made me wait until September 2008. The next day the other man and myself were taken from Barts to the Royal London to get scanned. After the scan, I was taken back to Barts to be discharged after receiving some cream and painkillers.
I was in quite a bit of pain as the morphine wore off. It was the sutures that I believe Simon Holmes had deliberately left extra-long, so as to dig into my eye and thus cause me constant pain. The other guy didn’t have that problem. Also, here’s something that you need to understand…
Simon Holmes is a master surgeon and has done this procedure more times that I can count and he certainly knows how to stitch us up after the operation. He does this ALL the time! So, why leave my sutures so long? He left long on purpose – I have no doubt about that at all.
Then, I realised several days later why my eye is so sore and why it was running CONSTANTLY. Simon Holmes has used his expertise to deliberately stitch my bottom-right eye lid in such a way that EVERY one of my eyelashes were now turned COMPLETELY inwards – rubbing directly on my eye 24 hours a day and night.
I suffered this for 6 terrible months. I couldn’t open my eye as it was so painful and it just streamed all day – so I had to cover it up for 6 months. What kind of doctor would do that to a patient? He knew exactly what he was doing and you might think that was the end of it. If only it was?
The procedure that your Prof. Simon Holmes did on me was a TOTAL FAILURE! But what else would you expect from such a person with his skill – IF HE HADN’T INTENDED FOR IT TO BE A TOTAL FAILURE in the first place?
Because now it was evident that the procedure needed to be done all over again. So, I was in for more of Simon Holmes’ handy work. I had an appointment at the hospital, and in this large office were several other doctors/surgeons – including Mr. Andrew Coombes and Santdeep Paun - who was yet to straighten my broken nose) but I’ll describe his unprofessional and failed attempt to straighten my nose later!
Mr. Andrew Coombes (a wonderful gentleman as well as a super surgeon) was there and asked Simon Holmes (in front of everyone there in the room) if he’d checked the scan after the operation to see if my eye was at the correct angle and Simon Holmes told him that he had checked and that everything was okay – WHICH IT MOST DEFINITELY WAS NOT! That was a complete lie and if he believed that the scan he saw of my was correct – then he shouldn’t be able to perform this kind of procedure as he’d be totally incompetent. So, what was it?
He’s either incompetent as a surgeon and doesn’t know what he’s doing and has no right to operate on patients or he’s a competent surgeon that deliberately botched my orbital rebuild and knew he had purposefully botched my eye operation!
Then Mr. Coombes (looking at the angle of both my eyes on his computer screen) asked Mr. Holmes (in front of everyone in the room) if he’d checked the position and angle of my eyes with the software he was looking at and again, Mr. Holmes told him that he had and that it was fine. (Yet another TOTAL lie! Then Mr. Coombes showed him (as well as all of us in the room) that the angle of my right eye was way out compared to my left eye. So, no wonder I had double vision. No one spoke for a moment as it went silent.
The next words that were spoken came from out of Mr. Simon Holmes’ mouth spoken directly at me and was this, “what are you doing next Tuesday?” I replied, “nothing!”
I turned up (before time – as usual) again without having any sleep the previous night and this time I was really worried (and that’s a real under-statement) for what Mr. Holmes had in store for me this time around. I believed that he was intentionally going to ‘blind’ me. I knew the future of my eye was in his hands – those hands that were very capable of doing anything to me while I was unconscious. Who could have said anything if he’d had ‘an accident’ and slipped with his scalpel?
While I was waiting to go down to the theatre, I had a visit from the anesthetic guy and he just wanted to know if or what I was allergic to and what prescribed tablets I was taking – if any. I was at this point really worried about what Mr. Holmes was going to do to me this time and so I asked him if he was going to be present right through the operation and he told me that he was. He asked me why and so I told him that I believed he was about to do me a serious mischief and I asked him to please watch his every move. This man couldn’t believe what I was asking him but agreed anyway. (I am more than happy for you to get this man in front of me so that I can qualify what I have just stated).
(By the way, I’m more than happy (and intend) to go on record with everything I have stated here to be the truth and am further intending to take legal action – albeit well after time!)
Some time later, a young lady accompanied me down to the theatre and as we approached the theatre I spotted Simon Holmes several yards away coming towards the theatre and the young lady told me that I looked ‘petrified’ and so I told her that he’s got it in for me and I think he’s going to blind me. She was totally shocked but I could see that she saw the conviction in what I’d said. (This can also be verified by that girl as well).
After the operation, Simon Holmes was there as I came to and when the nurse asked me if I could see, he said, “I thought I’d had blinded you.” I was told that he was unable to remove the existing plate and so had to insert another on over the top of it. It turns out that I was still no better off. I’d been through the same procedure all over again and still I had the very same double vision. No improvement whatsoever! And still had my Eyelashes turned inwards!
Here’s the icing on the cake – to show just how deliberately and purposefully Simon Holmes and his secretary Pat had taken it upon themselves to make my life with them a complete misery…
I had to go back to visit Mr. Holmes at his MaxFax clinic at Barts a while after his 2nd failed operation on my eye and this (as hard as it is to believe) is what they had premeditatedly prepared for me.
I arrived early at about 1:30pm to see Mr. Holmes. I approached the 2 receptionists as I entered the MaxFax waiting room. I showed my appointment letter to the black lady (I believe her surname was either ‘William’s or ‘Williamson’). [I know this as I remembered it from when I first requested all the names of those involved after it happened!]
She pulled my folder and then abruptly told me to take a seat. I found an empty seat towards the back and waited. About an hour and half went by and many other patients had come and gone. I don’t like to hassle people by asking (as many do), “oh, when am I getting seen”, so I continued to wait patiently until I got a bad feeling that something wasn’t quite right here!
So, I went up to the reception desk and asked the black lady when I was going to be seen and she instantly turned around and grabbed MY file that SHE had deliberately put behind her (instead of putting it in the ‘waiting to be seen’ tray) so as to purposefully make me wait unnecessarily. As she now put my folder in the tray, Pat (Holmes’ secretary) came walking up to me and before even seeing what had happened said, “oh, I’m sorry Mr. Marquis – your next!”
As I walked back to my seat (totally annoyed by what that receptionist had done on purpose) I looked back only to be absolutely shocked by seeing the two receptionists grinning and silently chuckling at each other by their little spiteful game.
To think that Mr. Simon Holmes and his personal secretary Pat would go to such lengths as to set up this rotten little game just to add to what they’d already done. This was when I KNEW FOR CERTAIN that Simon Holmes and his Secretary Pat had it in for me. This is what happens to Mr. Marquis for threatening to complain about the untouchable Mr. Simon Holmes!
The next minute I was called in to see Mr. Holmes and the first words out of his mouth was, “oh, sorry about that!”
They knew I was coming in and pre-arranged their little waiting game for me.
WI ask you, what kind of people are you employing in the NHS? Who and what kind of people behave like this?
Seriously, people have to know about the way Mr. Simon Holmes (God of the NHS) is allowed to treat a patient if they dare to complain!
I mean, how dare I even presume to put in a complaint against such a God as Mr. Simon Holmes or should I now say, Prof. Holmes?
I’m not a young man and I’ve had a fair bit of experience throughout my life and never have I seen this kind of bullying tactic take place - especially in a hospital – that’s supposed to be at least somewhat ‘caring’. This wasn’t care – this was outright targeting and bullying at the hands of a skilled genius that people have been led to believe that he’s ‘so benevolent’!
Because of the way Mr. Holmes deliberately stitched my eyelid, so as to turn all my eyelashes inward, I now had to have yet another operation performed (thankfully) by Mr. Andrew Coombes who took a piece from the inside of my mouth and stitched it inside my lower right eyelid – in order to turn my eyelashes outward again.
Have you any idea how painful that was for 6 months, 24 hours a day?
If someone on the street was to inflict an injury to anyone that caused them this amount of suffering and pain - they’d be convicted and locked up. The offense would be something like ‘actual bodily harm’ and yet your Mr. Holmes was able to professionally and skillfully inflict this crime on me AND SO FAR – GET AWAY WITH IT!
By this time, I still had double vision and loss of facial feeling. My top eyelid falls down (even now – 10 years later) as I put my head up. Both eyes look as though they belong to two different people. They are not the same. My right eye is NOT in sync with my left eye and moves somewhat independently – thus looking like it’s a ‘false’ eye.
I then had to go to Moorfields hospital to have a further operation (all due to Mr. Simon Holmes’ deliberate and malicious act in his determination to deform me – which he succeeded at) and have yet another operation to adjust my eye. This was all totally due to deliberate malpractice (not incompetence) by Mr. Simon Holmes!
I’m sure whoever is reading this in the hospital must surely NOT believe what I’ve written here and I’m sure that the NHS Trust will do all it can to sweep this under the carpet and/or even make up some story to make me the villain but it doesn’t matter - because this is the absolute truth. There is ONLY one truth and this is it and I’m sure a jury will be able to see the truth in this.
This isn’t about revenge – it’s about letting it be known what kind of people Mr. Holmes and his Secretary Pat (as well as any other of his staff involved) are really all about. All I ever wanted was to get my eye and nose fixed and put the attack behind me and simply get on with my life but for whatever reason Mr. Simon Holmes and his secretary Pat (as well as Mr. Holmes’ consultant) took it upon themselves to exponentially increase my suffering.
I have never ONCE been impolite to any of your staff, doctors or nurses in ANY way, shape or form. I’m sure that you record and keep telephone conversations and so you’d be able to check for yourselves what I said and how I spoke. Anyone who knows me will tell that I make a point to be mannerful at all times.
The ONLY cause that I may have given Mr. Simon Holmes, his personal secretary Pat and his staff reason to treat me in such a diabolical way would have been because I was forced to threaten (not do) to put in a complaint (told to do so by my GP). This was to simply get some indication as to when I was going to get my eye sorted out instead of be told by Pat each and EVERY time, “Mr. Holmes will call you when he’s ready”.
I was worried and just needed to know when Mr. Holmes intended to do my procedure. I wasn’t doing any harm by asking. I was concerned. I couldn’t walk in a straight line or pick anything up without misjudging it and either missing it of knocking it over.
THAT’S ALL I COULD HAVE DONE TO DESERVE THIS TREATMENT FROM MR. HOLMES AND HIS TEAM.
After I had all these failed operations, I became seriously depressed. I made it a point NOT to be seen by people that knew me. I didn’t want them to see how Mr. Holmes had left me deformed and how Mr. Santdeep had left my nose bent. I thought he was supposed to be a professional Rhinoplasty surgeon. It got that I didn’t want ANYONE to see me!
Seriously, I have known loads of people that have had broken noses and gone in and they all came out with straight noses.
I might have known why I was suddenly offered a place on Christmas Eve of 2008. I expect the Mr. Paun couldn’t do the job on me quick enough, so as to get down to the pub. I had explicitly told him about the broken lump of bone that was ¾ partially blocking my right nostril and he TOTALLY ignored it.
A few years later, I saw him at an appointment I had with Mr. Andrew Coombes and he had the cheek to say, “your nose looks good” and then tell me that the lump in my right nostril isn’t affecting my breathing by blocking the airway.
It’s my nose. I know it’s blocking my airway, as I cannot often breath through it! I know when something is ‘white’ and he’s telling me it’s ‘black’.
I became so depressed, that I found a room to rent here in Milton Keynes (where NOBODY AT ALL knows me) and I walked out of my flat (that was a secured tenancy) and left EVERYTHING there all but for a few clothes. I left my TV, Living Room Suite, all White goods, Washer/Dryer bed and all. I had a bad breakdown and was suicidal.
I’d looked at myself and saw that Mr. Simon Holmes and Mr. Santdeep Paun had left me facially deformed. I didn’t like myself and have since been a recluse in my rented room. I have only just told my trauma therapist this story. The first person that actually knows why I became a recluse. I lost 10 years of my short life because Mr. Holmes decided he was going to deform me.
I’ve since undergone two more procedures in the last 2 years by Mr. Andrew Coombes (on my left eye) in order to try to match them up but so far, it’s not worked and my nose is still curved and isn’t set straight. Mr Paun set it off-centre to the left and curved instead of straight.
Please don’t expect me to ever believe that what Mr. Simon Holmes (and gang) did to me was all ‘unfortunate’ and by accident. It was purely by Mr. Holmes’ design – I’m sure, along with his personal secretary, Pat.
I was obviously misled to believe that someone like Mr. Holmes devoted his life to helping people like me – instead of deliberately making me worse by design – and on purpose as well! He must be very proud of what he’s done to me.
I wonder if after he played that little game on me that he had a good laugh and giggle with his mates in the pub telling them, “that’s what Mr. Marquis gets for threatening to complain about me”?
I wonder if he went home and boasted and laughed about what he did to me to his wife and kids and if they all thought it hilarious as well or maybe I’m wrong, and in fact (like many other decent people) they are totally unaware of how he mis-uses his surgical skills to destroy and disfigure people.
Was it such a crime that was forced to threaten to make a complaint – simply because I only wanted to know when he was going to fix me. Looks like he fixed me good, eh!
What would he have done to me had I ACTUALLY put in a complaint? I can pretty much imagine what he’s have done!
I can imagine him being invited to all these events showing what a wonderful, caring person he is and how his life is so dedicated to fixing peoples’ facial injuries so that they can live happy lives. If only they knew the REAL Simon Holmes?
Thanks to him – I haven’t lived a happy life for the past 10 years! I lived in solitude and outright misery and depression. I hate looking at myself in the mirror – thanks to Mr. Simon Holmes and Mr. Paun and not forgetting Barts and the Royal London (or should I just refer to this hospital as, “HORROR HOSPITAL”).
I turned my cheek for too long – not anymore. These people couldn’t (and wouldn’t) get away with that kind of behavior if they did that outside of the safety of the NHS hospital without some form of reciprocal action – so why do they think that they can just select a victim at their discretion within the compounds and safety of the NHS and feel that they can do what they want to whoever they want without consequence?
This needs to be made public and I’m about to put it up on a dedicated website as well as social media and flood the entire Internet with this disgraceful story. Who knows, maybe no one will care either but there may be others that have had similar treatment that may be willing to also share their experience.
Mr. Simon Holmes (now prof Holmes) who works at both the Dental Institute in East London Whitechapel, London UK and also the Max Fax clinic in Barts hospital at St. Pauls, London UK is without doubt a very skilled and recognised facial surgeon but it was the worst thing that happen to me to have ever had this sadistic, egotistic menace to use his expert skills and hands on me.
What I’m about to tell you may (and probably does) sound ridiculous and absurd or maybe even paranoid but I can assure you that it is not! Looking back, I still find it hard to believe that one of your surgeons, Simon Holmes (who appears to the world to be so benevolent in helping people with facial injuries) is in fact a cruel and evil twisted individual that would use his amazing surgical skills to intentionally botch an orbital rebuild procedure (that performs successful on his patients week in and week out), inflict on me unbearable and constant pain for 6 months and leave me facially deformed – and why?
BECAUSE HE LEFT ME WITH NO ALTERNATIVE BUT TO THREATEN TO RAISE A COMPLAINT!
I would have reported this to you some years ago but after initially discussing the abuse I suffered at the hands of your NHS MaxFax surgeon Mr. Simon Holmes to my then GP Dr. Jens Ruhbach (of The Jubilee Street Practice in Commercial Road, London, E1) who was mortified by the way in which Simon Holmes (and several of his staff at his MaxFax office at Barts hospital) went about to disrespect and mistreat me almost from the get-go, my GP requested that I didn’t for reasons that I may make known at a later date.
I told Dr. Ruhbach that I was going to flood the Internet with the full details of Mr. Holmes’ (and those involved) had set about to make my life as uncomfortable and as miserable as they possibly could – as well as to inflict on me unnecessary pain and suffering.
At that time, I had every detail including all names, dates and places of which the events took place but unfortunately, I have currently either mislaid them since moving from East London to Bletchley; where I now reside.
I had injuries to my right eye and nose (as well as other parts of my body) and after visiting Dr. Ruhbach, he noticed that my right eye had dropped down. He told me that it was serious and needed to be X-rayed as soon as possible and told me to go home while he made arrangements for me to be seen at the Royal London hospital the following day.
The next morning, Dr. Ruhbach telephoned me and told me to go to the Royal London, as he had arranged for me to have a scan. The result was that my orbital floor was fractured. It was then arranged for me to see Mr. Simon Holmes’ consultant at the MaxFax clinic at Barts hospital.
It was there that I saw Mr. Holmes’ consultant. I do not have his name to hand but I believe he was Asian. (Someone at the MaxFax later gave me his name – a very long name that I’m sure you still have records of who he was).
I could never forget the meeting that took place with him. The consultation only lasted about 10 – 15 minutes and he pointed out that the success of this operation depended on it being carried out within 2 weeks and told me to make arrangements and expect for the procedure to take place within that time.
During the conversation, I lost count of the times he kept telling me that there was a possibility of me being made blind with this procedure. Honestly, it was as though he was getting some enjoyment from telling me this as he continued to overstate it and thus creating for me - excessive fear, worry and concern. He was literally telling me to ‘expect’ to be made blind!
My GP telephoned me and asked me what the outcome of that appointment was and when the procedure was to take place and I told him that it was to be within the coming 2 weeks. He was pleased as he knew that the success of it relied on it being done as soon as possible.
Well, 2 weeks went by and I hadn’t heard anything from Mr. Holmes, his consultant, his secretary or anyone. And so, after speaking again with my GP (Dr. Ruhbach) he told me that I needed to contact them and find out what was going on and when I was due to have the operation done.
So, I telephoned his office and spoke to his personal secretary (her name was Pat) and the only thing she said to me was, “Mr. Holmes will contact you when he’s ready!” I asked her if she could at least please give me some indication of when it was likely to be done and she again just repeated the very same words. She was being totally unhelpful.
After several more weeks went by and when I was able to speak to her and kept getting the same answer from her each time, I was becoming ever more anxious, concerned and now really distressed, as she seemed to be reluctant to be of any help at all and behaved in a way as, “how dare I ask about when I’m to be seen by her Mr. Simon Holmes”. I mentioned to her that the only reason that I’m asking is because my GP had told me (as well as Mr. Holmes’ consultant) that this procedure needed to be performed within 2 weeks for it to be of any success but it was as though I was talking to some sub-human answerphone who continued to repeat more sternly, “I told you that Mr. Holmes will contact you when he’s ready!” and basically that’s that! Apparently, these words were going to be etched into my head, as this was all she would EVER say to me. To say that she was unhelpful in any way would be a total understatement.
Another week went by, as did yet another and another. More than three months had elapsed and during this time it had become very hard to actually speak with Holmes’ secretary (Pat) or anyone at the MaxFax office and so I’d leave messages on their answerphone, which all were all TOTALLY ignored. Never once did either Pat (Holmes’s secretary or anyone else from his MaxFax office reply to a message I’d left on their answerphone.
If I was ever lucky enough to actually get Pat to answer, she would only spurt out the same as she always did like a broken record, “I told you that Mr. Holmes will call you when he’s ready!” During this time my GP was now furious and was insistent that I contact Mr. Simon Holmes and find out why nothing was being done and eventually told me to tell them that I was going to have no choice but to put in a complaint, as it was now very transparent that they were blatantly ignoring me and I now feared that they were purposefully delaying my operation.
I mentioned that I would have to do that (although I didn’t want to do that) as I didn’t wish to rock the boat. The last thing I wanted to do was to create bad feeling and certainly didn’t want them to delay the procedure even more out of spite and so after about almost 4 months, I got a date for the operation to be carried out.
As directed, I didn’t eat anything after 10pm (or thereabouts) the Monday night before the operation. I didn’t sleep at all that night with worry and didn’t drink any fluids after 5am that Tuesday morning. I got to Barts at about 6:30 and waited to get prepared in their dressing gown and slippers. While I was being asked questions by a young man (I believe he was acting as Mr. Holmes’ consultant) he told me that there might be a small scar on the corner of my eye after the operation. The curtain in that changing cubicle was pulled closed and Mr. Holmes happened to be standing outside the cubicle and overheard what his consultant had said. Mr. Holmes said to him outside the closed curtain, “I don’t do scars”.
Strangely, Mr. Simon Holmes NEVER once spoke to me before the procedure. He never told me what he was about to do or anything about the operation in any way whatsoever. He just never spoke to me, as though he was too good to speak to the likes of me!
I sat in that huge waiting room all day. Hour after hour passed by as patients came and went – but not me. It was the longest day ever. I was totally exhausted and was so dehydrated that my mouth was almost stuck together. My back was in bits with pain and I had a terrible headache to go with it. As the day went on, there were few people left until it was ONLY me.
It must have got to about 3pm and I asked someone when I was going to get seen and they told me that they didn’t know but it would probably be soon. Little did I EVER realise that Mr. Simon Holmes had NO intention of operation on me that day. He’d just got me in to ‘further’ cause me more stress and discomfort and to totally waste my time.
It was now about 5:30pm and I was ready to drop. I was so exhausted that I just wanted to go to sleep but I couldn’t even do that. All of a sudden, Mr. Simon Holmes came walking towards me completely dressed and suited along with two or three other men and this is exactly what he said,….
“So you want to put a complaint in?” “what”, I said? He repeated it over and over again. “Do you want to put a complaint in?”, he said. I was so exhausted that I just didn’t know where he was coming from. I said, “what are talking about?” “I thought you wanted to put a complaint in”, he said. He was acting very aggressive and flash manner, as he leaned over me while I sat in my chair in front of the other men that he had beside him.
I told him that I wasn’t going to put in a complaint and he then told me to come back next Tuesday and he said that I’d be the first one on his list; which later turned out to be a lie!
It was almost as if he was goading me to get angry with him so that he could then refuse to operate on me on the grounds of unacceptable behavior. He was without doubt – ‘holding me to ransom’ and I knew it! I watched as he laughingly walked away with his pals.
I cannot tell you what went through my mind as I had to now get dressed and make my way home in this terrible state.
This shows what a coward he is, that he would come to me while I was in that state and behave in that way. He’d deliberately called me in for the operation with zero intention of ever operating on me that day. It was his form of punishment, which was to add onto the already painstaking worry and stress that he (and his secretary Pat) caused me for the past three months and more.
There was no reason why he couldn’t have at least sent a message up to me with any old excuse why he was unable to operate on me that day but he had planned to keep me there all day for NOTHING! It was blatantly obvious and there NOTHING I could do about it if I wanted the operation carried out – which I was desperate for. It was now totally evident that Simon Holmes and his secretary Pat had it in for me but that wasn’t to be the end of it – it just the beginning!
I only wish that I’d known that Mr. Andrew Coombes was able to do that procedure, as I would have contacted him. This unfortunately, I only found out a long time after.
Have you any idea what it’s like to sit there all day, uncomfortable on one of those plastic chairs and especially as I have a serious back problem. I was in pain (that got worse and worse as the day went on) until I just couldn’t bear it anymore and constantly changed my position all day long. I couldn’t even take any of my prescribed pain killers for my back pain or the throbbing headache I had. That day seemed to last forever and I’ll never forget it!
I came back the following Tuesday, and to be fair, I didn’t hold much hope in being seen as I was sure that he wasn’t to be trusted. No professional person of sorts would have behaved the way he had by using his position to deliberately plan and inflict suffering on one of his patients - me. He obviously didn’t see me as one of ‘his’ patients but rather a toy that he could play games with.
I wasn’t the first to be operated on (as he’d stated the week before) and was the second one up. When I came to after the operation I spoke to the man in the bed next to me who’d had the same procedure – ONLY HE NOW DIDN’T HAVE DOUBLE VISION AS I DID! I asked him how long he’d waited to have his operation and he told me 2 weeks – yet I was deliberately made to wait for almost 4 months.
My injury happened in May 2008 and Simon Holmes made me wait until September 2008. The next day the other man and myself were taken from Barts to the Royal London to get scanned. After the scan, I was taken back to Barts to be discharged after receiving some cream and painkillers.
I was in quite a bit of pain as the morphine wore off. It was the sutures that I believe Simon Holmes had deliberately left extra-long, so as to dig into my eye and thus cause me constant pain. The other guy didn’t have that problem. Also, here’s something that you need to understand…
Simon Holmes is a master surgeon and has done this procedure more times that I can count and he certainly knows how to stitch us up after the operation. He does this ALL the time! So, why leave my sutures so long? He left long on purpose – I have no doubt about that at all.
Then, I realised several days later why my eye is so sore and why it was running CONSTANTLY. Simon Holmes has used his expertise to deliberately stitch my bottom-right eye lid in such a way that EVERY one of my eyelashes were now turned COMPLETELY inwards – rubbing directly on my eye 24 hours a day and night.
I suffered this for 6 terrible months. I couldn’t open my eye as it was so painful and it just streamed all day – so I had to cover it up for 6 months. What kind of doctor would do that to a patient? He knew exactly what he was doing and you might think that was the end of it. If only it was?
The procedure that your Prof. Simon Holmes did on me was a TOTAL FAILURE! But what else would you expect from such a person with his skill – IF HE HADN’T INTENDED FOR IT TO BE A TOTAL FAILURE in the first place?
Because now it was evident that the procedure needed to be done all over again. So, I was in for more of Simon Holmes’ handy work. I had an appointment at the hospital, and in this large office were several other doctors/surgeons – including Mr. Andrew Coombes and Santdeep Paun - who was yet to straighten my broken nose) but I’ll describe his unprofessional and failed attempt to straighten my nose later!
Mr. Andrew Coombes (a wonderful gentleman as well as a super surgeon) was there and asked Simon Holmes (in front of everyone there in the room) if he’d checked the scan after the operation to see if my eye was at the correct angle and Simon Holmes told him that he had checked and that everything was okay – WHICH IT MOST DEFINITELY WAS NOT! That was a complete lie and if he believed that the scan he saw of my was correct – then he shouldn’t be able to perform this kind of procedure as he’d be totally incompetent. So, what was it?
He’s either incompetent as a surgeon and doesn’t know what he’s doing and has no right to operate on patients or he’s a competent surgeon that deliberately botched my orbital rebuild and knew he had purposefully botched my eye operation!
Then Mr. Coombes (looking at the angle of both my eyes on his computer screen) asked Mr. Holmes (in front of everyone in the room) if he’d checked the position and angle of my eyes with the software he was looking at and again, Mr. Holmes told him that he had and that it was fine. (Yet another TOTAL lie! Then Mr. Coombes showed him (as well as all of us in the room) that the angle of my right eye was way out compared to my left eye. So, no wonder I had double vision. No one spoke for a moment as it went silent.
The next words that were spoken came from out of Mr. Simon Holmes’ mouth spoken directly at me and was this, “what are you doing next Tuesday?” I replied, “nothing!”
I turned up (before time – as usual) again without having any sleep the previous night and this time I was really worried (and that’s a real under-statement) for what Mr. Holmes had in store for me this time around. I believed that he was intentionally going to ‘blind’ me. I knew the future of my eye was in his hands – those hands that were very capable of doing anything to me while I was unconscious. Who could have said anything if he’d had ‘an accident’ and slipped with his scalpel?
While I was waiting to go down to the theatre, I had a visit from the anesthetic guy and he just wanted to know if or what I was allergic to and what prescribed tablets I was taking – if any. I was at this point really worried about what Mr. Holmes was going to do to me this time and so I asked him if he was going to be present right through the operation and he told me that he was. He asked me why and so I told him that I believed he was about to do me a serious mischief and I asked him to please watch his every move. This man couldn’t believe what I was asking him but agreed anyway. (I am more than happy for you to get this man in front of me so that I can qualify what I have just stated).
(By the way, I’m more than happy (and intend) to go on record with everything I have stated here to be the truth and am further intending to take legal action – albeit well after time!)
Some time later, a young lady accompanied me down to the theatre and as we approached the theatre I spotted Simon Holmes several yards away coming towards the theatre and the young lady told me that I looked ‘petrified’ and so I told her that he’s got it in for me and I think he’s going to blind me. She was totally shocked but I could see that she saw the conviction in what I’d said. (This can also be verified by that girl as well).
After the operation, Simon Holmes was there as I came to and when the nurse asked me if I could see, he said, “I thought I’d had blinded you.” I was told that he was unable to remove the existing plate and so had to insert another on over the top of it. It turns out that I was still no better off. I’d been through the same procedure all over again and still I had the very same double vision. No improvement whatsoever! And still had my Eyelashes turned inwards!
Here’s the icing on the cake – to show just how deliberately and purposefully Simon Holmes and his secretary Pat had taken it upon themselves to make my life with them a complete misery…
I had to go back to visit Mr. Holmes at his MaxFax clinic at Barts a while after his 2nd failed operation on my eye and this (as hard as it is to believe) is what they had premeditatedly prepared for me.
I arrived early at about 1:30pm to see Mr. Holmes. I approached the 2 receptionists as I entered the MaxFax waiting room. I showed my appointment letter to the black lady (I believe her surname was either ‘William’s or ‘Williamson’). [I know this as I remembered it from when I first requested all the names of those involved after it happened!]
She pulled my folder and then abruptly told me to take a seat. I found an empty seat towards the back and waited. About an hour and half went by and many other patients had come and gone. I don’t like to hassle people by asking (as many do), “oh, when am I getting seen”, so I continued to wait patiently until I got a bad feeling that something wasn’t quite right here!
So, I went up to the reception desk and asked the black lady when I was going to be seen and she instantly turned around and grabbed MY file that SHE had deliberately put behind her (instead of putting it in the ‘waiting to be seen’ tray) so as to purposefully make me wait unnecessarily. As she now put my folder in the tray, Pat (Holmes’ secretary) came walking up to me and before even seeing what had happened said, “oh, I’m sorry Mr. Marquis – your next!”
As I walked back to my seat (totally annoyed by what that receptionist had done on purpose) I looked back only to be absolutely shocked by seeing the two receptionists grinning and silently chuckling at each other by their little spiteful game.
To think that Mr. Simon Holmes and his personal secretary Pat would go to such lengths as to set up this rotten little game just to add to what they’d already done. This was when I KNEW FOR CERTAIN that Simon Holmes and his Secretary Pat had it in for me. This is what happens to Mr. Marquis for threatening to complain about the untouchable Mr. Simon Holmes!
The next minute I was called in to see Mr. Holmes and the first words out of his mouth was, “oh, sorry about that!”
They knew I was coming in and pre-arranged their little waiting game for me.
WI ask you, what kind of people are you employing in the NHS? Who and what kind of people behave like this?
Seriously, people have to know about the way Mr. Simon Holmes (God of the NHS) is allowed to treat a patient if they dare to complain!
I mean, how dare I even presume to put in a complaint against such a God as Mr. Simon Holmes or should I now say, Prof. Holmes?
I’m not a young man and I’ve had a fair bit of experience throughout my life and never have I seen this kind of bullying tactic take place - especially in a hospital – that’s supposed to be at least somewhat ‘caring’. This wasn’t care – this was outright targeting and bullying at the hands of a skilled genius that people have been led to believe that he’s ‘so benevolent’!
Because of the way Mr. Holmes deliberately stitched my eyelid, so as to turn all my eyelashes inward, I now had to have yet another operation performed (thankfully) by Mr. Andrew Coombes who took a piece from the inside of my mouth and stitched it inside my lower right eyelid – in order to turn my eyelashes outward again.
Have you any idea how painful that was for 6 months, 24 hours a day?
If someone on the street was to inflict an injury to anyone that caused them this amount of suffering and pain - they’d be convicted and locked up. The offense would be something like ‘actual bodily harm’ and yet your Mr. Holmes was able to professionally and skillfully inflict this crime on me AND SO FAR – GET AWAY WITH IT!
By this time, I still had double vision and loss of facial feeling. My top eyelid falls down (even now – 10 years later) as I put my head up. Both eyes look as though they belong to two different people. They are not the same. My right eye is NOT in sync with my left eye and moves somewhat independently – thus looking like it’s a ‘false’ eye.
I then had to go to Moorfields hospital to have a further operation (all due to Mr. Simon Holmes’ deliberate and malicious act in his determination to deform me – which he succeeded at) and have yet another operation to adjust my eye. This was all totally due to deliberate malpractice (not incompetence) by Mr. Simon Holmes!
I’m sure whoever is reading this in the hospital must surely NOT believe what I’ve written here and I’m sure that the NHS Trust will do all it can to sweep this under the carpet and/or even make up some story to make me the villain but it doesn’t matter - because this is the absolute truth. There is ONLY one truth and this is it and I’m sure a jury will be able to see the truth in this.
This isn’t about revenge – it’s about letting it be known what kind of people Mr. Holmes and his Secretary Pat (as well as any other of his staff involved) are really all about. All I ever wanted was to get my eye and nose fixed and put the attack behind me and simply get on with my life but for whatever reason Mr. Simon Holmes and his secretary Pat (as well as Mr. Holmes’ consultant) took it upon themselves to exponentially increase my suffering.
I have never ONCE been impolite to any of your staff, doctors or nurses in ANY way, shape or form. I’m sure that you record and keep telephone conversations and so you’d be able to check for yourselves what I said and how I spoke. Anyone who knows me will tell that I make a point to be mannerful at all times.
The ONLY cause that I may have given Mr. Simon Holmes, his personal secretary Pat and his staff reason to treat me in such a diabolical way would have been because I was forced to threaten (not do) to put in a complaint (told to do so by my GP). This was to simply get some indication as to when I was going to get my eye sorted out instead of be told by Pat each and EVERY time, “Mr. Holmes will call you when he’s ready”.
I was worried and just needed to know when Mr. Holmes intended to do my procedure. I wasn’t doing any harm by asking. I was concerned. I couldn’t walk in a straight line or pick anything up without misjudging it and either missing it of knocking it over.
THAT’S ALL I COULD HAVE DONE TO DESERVE THIS TREATMENT FROM MR. HOLMES AND HIS TEAM.
After I had all these failed operations, I became seriously depressed. I made it a point NOT to be seen by people that knew me. I didn’t want them to see how Mr. Holmes had left me deformed and how Mr. Santdeep had left my nose bent. I thought he was supposed to be a professional Rhinoplasty surgeon. It got that I didn’t want ANYONE to see me!
Seriously, I have known loads of people that have had broken noses and gone in and they all came out with straight noses.
I might have known why I was suddenly offered a place on Christmas Eve of 2008. I expect the Mr. Paun couldn’t do the job on me quick enough, so as to get down to the pub. I had explicitly told him about the broken lump of bone that was ¾ partially blocking my right nostril and he TOTALLY ignored it.
A few years later, I saw him at an appointment I had with Mr. Andrew Coombes and he had the cheek to say, “your nose looks good” and then tell me that the lump in my right nostril isn’t affecting my breathing by blocking the airway.
It’s my nose. I know it’s blocking my airway, as I cannot often breath through it! I know when something is ‘white’ and he’s telling me it’s ‘black’.
I became so depressed, that I found a room to rent here in Milton Keynes (where NOBODY AT ALL knows me) and I walked out of my flat (that was a secured tenancy) and left EVERYTHING there all but for a few clothes. I left my TV, Living Room Suite, all White goods, Washer/Dryer bed and all. I had a bad breakdown and was suicidal.
I’d looked at myself and saw that Mr. Simon Holmes and Mr. Santdeep Paun had left me facially deformed. I didn’t like myself and have since been a recluse in my rented room. I have only just told my trauma therapist this story. The first person that actually knows why I became a recluse. I lost 10 years of my short life because Mr. Holmes decided he was going to deform me.
I’ve since undergone two more procedures in the last 2 years by Mr. Andrew Coombes (on my left eye) in order to try to match them up but so far, it’s not worked and my nose is still curved and isn’t set straight. Mr Paun set it off-centre to the left and curved instead of straight.
Please don’t expect me to ever believe that what Mr. Simon Holmes (and gang) did to me was all ‘unfortunate’ and by accident. It was purely by Mr. Holmes’ design – I’m sure, along with his personal secretary, Pat.
I was obviously misled to believe that someone like Mr. Holmes devoted his life to helping people like me – instead of deliberately making me worse by design – and on purpose as well! He must be very proud of what he’s done to me.
I wonder if after he played that little game on me that he had a good laugh and giggle with his mates in the pub telling them, “that’s what Mr. Marquis gets for threatening to complain about me”?
I wonder if he went home and boasted and laughed about what he did to me to his wife and kids and if they all thought it hilarious as well or maybe I’m wrong, and in fact (like many other decent people) they are totally unaware of how he mis-uses his surgical skills to destroy and disfigure people.
Was it such a crime that was forced to threaten to make a complaint – simply because I only wanted to know when he was going to fix me. Looks like he fixed me good, eh!
What would he have done to me had I ACTUALLY put in a complaint? I can pretty much imagine what he’s have done!
I can imagine him being invited to all these events showing what a wonderful, caring person he is and how his life is so dedicated to fixing peoples’ facial injuries so that they can live happy lives. If only they knew the REAL Simon Holmes?
Thanks to him – I haven’t lived a happy life for the past 10 years! I lived in solitude and outright misery and depression. I hate looking at myself in the mirror – thanks to Mr. Simon Holmes and Mr. Paun and not forgetting Barts and the Royal London (or should I just refer to this hospital as, “HORROR HOSPITAL”).
I turned my cheek for too long – not anymore. These people couldn’t (and wouldn’t) get away with that kind of behavior if they did that outside of the safety of the NHS hospital without some form of reciprocal action – so why do they think that they can just select a victim at their discretion within the compounds and safety of the NHS and feel that they can do what they want to whoever they want without consequence?
This needs to be made public and I’m about to put it up on a dedicated website as well as social media and flood the entire Internet with this disgraceful story. Who knows, maybe no one will care either but there may be others that have had similar treatment that may be willing to also share their experience.
NHS GOLDEN BOY PROF. SIMON HOLMES USED HIS SKILLS TO DEFORM - YET UNTOUCHABLE!
NHS GOLDEN BOY PROF. SIMON HOLMES USED HIS SKILLS TO DEFORM - YET UNTOUCHABLE!