Faith Ilochi Local Guide
2 May 2026
I’m writing this because it might save someone’s life. I wish I’d read something like this before June 6, 2024. I was told I’d have surgery at Townsen Memorial Hospital. The word hospital implied doctors, emergency backup, and safety. In truth, it’s an ambulatory surgical center, a place where surgeons rent operating rooms and bring their own teams. No staff physicians. No overnight care. I didn’t know that when I signed the consent forms.
My orthopedic surgery was supposed to include two procedures. I woke up with six incisions and eight procedures I hadn’t agreed to. My surgeon had left the building, and the state, before I woke up. I remained there for two days and never saw a doctor. Nurses followed blanket post-op orders that weren’t written specifically for me.
They injected me with insulin, despite me insisting I’m not diabetic. I begged them to stop; they said orders were orders. I became violently ill. There was no physician on site to intervene.
Totally in the dark, I remained an active patient, attending appointments in June, July, August, September, October, and again in December. I was raising concerns at every visit, and being gaslit, lied to, and given false information.
On December 4, 2024, I came back for a second surgery under strong coercion from my ‘surgeon’. While I was being prepped, the nurse assigned to me looked at my scars and asked who had cut me like that. When I told her what I’d been told, that Townsen staff were responsible, she corrected me and said surgeons bring their own teams and Townsen staff don’t touch patients in the OR. She then retrieved documentation showing the assistant’s name and my surgeon’s signature authorizing everything. Everything he had denied for six months.
It was at this time, while I was being prepped for a second surgery, that I was informed that bone marrow had been extracted from my pelvis during that surgery. It was at this time, while I was being prepped for a second surgery, that I was informed that they were planning to do it again. AGAIN, the nurse said. I had no idea it had been done the first time.
The surgical assistant who made my incisions and sutures wasn’t disclosed. I didn’t even know his name for six months. He was already a defendant in a negligence lawsuit at that same facility, and Townsen was a co-defendant. They said nothing.
I still don’t fully know what was done to me in that operating room; upwards of 13 individuals stared at my nude body for over 5 hours. My mind will never recover.
That nurse likely saved my life.
Later, Dr. Dror Paley, a leading limb reconstruction specialist, confirmed one of the procedures had caused permanent loss of push‑off ability in my foot. He said he rarely performs that operation because of how disabling the outcome can be. Independent doctors later determined I never had the conditions those surgeries were supposed to treat. Something I later learned was a pattern for my "surgeon". Townsen knew.
I’ve lived in constant pain since that day. I’m a single mother to a special‑needs child and can no longer care for him as before. I’ve needed three corrective surgeries and still have severe nerve damage, pain and muscle loss. My knee function score was 21 out of 100, a level of major disability.
Townsen billed $315,052.30 for my two‑day “outpatient” stay. Charges included equipment never used, implants not in my body, and anesthesia billed twice. When I questioned the bill, they stopped responding.
There’s now a Texas Medical Board investigation into my surgeon. The facility once operated as Humble Surgical Hospital, GOOGLE THAT NAME.
The nurses there knew what was happening. They tried to transfer me. They cried and prayed with me.
If you’re being referred to this facility, or any place, ask questions:
• Is it truly a hospital or an outpatient center?
• Who will be in your operating room?
• Are they involved in litigation?
• Who oversees your recovery, and is a physician actually on site?
I didn’t ask those questions. I’m asking them for you now.
Patients, beware.