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Headley Thomas (0:04)
My name is Headley Thomas. Sick to Death is based on my book of the same name and it's the true story of Dr. Jayant Patel's lies and manipulation and the herculean effort it took to finally stop him. We've used voice actors throughout this series and on occasion the real people from the story have read their words for us. It is brought to you by me and the Australian. Chapter 39 Strange Meetings 3:50pm 7 April 2005 Tony Hoffman giggled nervously in the foyer of the old orange brick Queensland Newspapers building near the top of Campbell Street, Bowen Hills. She had come from a conference in, of all places, the Clinical Practice Improvement Centre at the nearby Royal Brisbane and Women's Hospital. I could see the massive complex from my desk. The fortunate timing of the conference in Brisbane meant that she had an opportunity to meet me while many of her colleagues in Bundaberg were feeling severely bruised by Gordon Nuttall and Dr. Steve Buckland.
Tony Hoffman (1:24)
Karen is here to give me backup.
Headley Thomas (1:26)
Hoffman explained, introducing her friend and colleague Karen Fox.
Tony Hoffman (1:31)
She doesn't trust journalists and she thinks I'm mad for meeting you.
Headley Thomas (1:35)
The blunt honesty moments after meeting at the front counter was a good start. As a precaution, Hoffman elected to sign the visitors book as Jane English. Her friend signed in as Sue James. They liked their assumed names. It was a relief to leave my desk. My previous meeting with an elderly man who had been battling his local council for a decade over the use of an asbestos linked product in road bays near his home was heavy going. His story had potential, but I doubted it would get a run unless there were people who could say I'm dying of mesothelioma now because my incompetent counsel put this lethal staff near my home despite the obvious risks. That's because stories warning of safety risks paled beside stories in which the result of unsafe practice was at once obvious. I walked Hoffman around to the staff cafe, pointing out departments on the way. She seemed keen to talk about anything, perhaps just to lower her anxiety levels. Her friend eyed me suspiciously and refused to utter a word. Can you tell me about the complaints involving the surgeon? I asked. Hoffman began talking in a rushing torrent of names, dates and medical terms. It was a struggle to keep up. And then she went faster. Her nervousness was driving her to try to spit out the entire two year debacle in a few frantic minutes. As Sky News blared on the overhead TV and her friend stared daggers at me. Something had to give. I started to wonder about her state of mind. Clearly she was deeply agitated. Clumsily, I tried to calm her down, but it sounded more like a rebuke. Tony, can we do this slowly, one fact at a time, please? I'm starting from a long way behind. She paused and began again.
