Diana McKeown The first point of contact with the “specialist” was very hostile and not pleasant at all. Far away from being friendly or welcoming, I felt more like Im called in for a conversation with a prison officer. She then asked routine health questions and questioned me on my knowledge of the treatment I had selected and paid for. Various times I told her I had read about it, and I knew what it was as I had been following her Instagram page for some time. She then just kept pushing and pushing, trying to get me to say all details I knew about the treatment. Felt like I had to come prepared with a PowerPoint presentation so she would be satisfied with the answer. So she kept pushing and pushing, and I just couldn’t stand this hostility and her making me feel small. I came in to feel better and more refreshed for my upcoming birthday, but she did the opposite; she made me cry and humiliated me. Honestly, the worst money I had spent, I might as well just drained it in the toilet. It is true when they say “never meet your heros”.
