donderdag 3 september 2026

Trish Lightwood’s story

 

Fluoroquinolone toxicity · In memoriam

Trish ended her life after years of agony caused by antibiotics prescribed to thousands every year

A healthy 59-year-old teacher from Liverpool took a nine-day course of ofloxacin after a routine procedure. She never recovered. On 14 August 2025 she died at an assisted-dying clinic in Switzerland.

Source: Nathan Kay, The Mail on Sunday, 5 October 2025




The Mail on Sunday, 5 October 2025, Health, page 48. Article by Nathan Kay. Photograph of the printed newspaper page.

It was only a few hours before her death that many of Trish Lightwood’s friends learned what she intended to do. On 14 August 2025 the mother of two posted on Facebook that she had travelled to the Pegasos assisted-dying clinic in Switzerland.

“Goodbye my friends. I will suffer no more. Today I will end my life.”
— Trish Lightwood, 14 August 2025

In that last post the former teacher was unequivocal about why she had made the one-way trip: debilitating, inescapable chronic pain brought on by a common type of antibiotic called fluoroquinolones.

“I was happy and healthy until I took an antibiotic that damaged me beyond repair, left alive but unable to live. I’m in constant unrelenting pain. I cannot function. I’ve spoke with seven GPs, three top professors, three pain specialists, a neurologist, three psychiatrists and psychologist. There is no cure for this. The medical profession knows this. You can only protect yourself from this by knowing the risks.”
— Trish Lightwood

Four hours after sharing the post, Trish was gone. She was 59. Her 60th birthday would have fallen three days later.

A precaution that destroyed a life

Until September 2023 Trish, from Liverpool, had never had any health problems. Her daughter Jen, then 23, a care worker, told The Mail on Sunday: “She loved exercising and followed a healthy diet. She was a very happy person as well.”

Everything changed after a hysteroscopy — a minor camera procedure to inspect the uterus. The test showed no disease. Trish had no complications. As a precaution against infection, a relatively common risk after the procedure, her doctor prescribed a nine-day course of ofloxacin, a fluoroquinolone.

Within days the side effects began. They never left.

The most debilitating was excruciating pain in her joints and tendons. She could not walk. She could not lift a glass of water without agony. When she needed to leave the house, the family took her in a wheelchair. “If there were any bumps in the path, she could really feel it through her body,” Jen said. “Any jolts she’d feel in her tendons. She would describe it as a constant pulling sensation.” Severe insomnia made it worse: she could not rest her body.

Her family — Jen, son Sean, then 21, and husband Mark, then 59 — had to rebuild daily life around her constant pain.

She saw specialist after specialist. Scans and blood tests were done. An MRI showed inflammation on her brain. Two specialists eventually diagnosed fluoroquinolone-associated disability — a catch-all name for the cluster of severe, lasting harms linked to these antibiotics. They told her there was no effective treatment.

Experts still do not know exactly what causes the condition. One theory is mitochondrial damage: the drugs injure the tiny powerhouses inside cells that generate energy.

The only guidance she was given was that in about eight out of ten patients, symptoms begin to fade after roughly nine months. When that mark came and went, Jen says her mother began to despair.

“She said, ‘I am probably going to be stuck like this forever, I don’t want to be like this.’”
— Jen Lightwood

Around Christmas 2024 Trish considered ending her own life, then pulled back. Soon after, she discussed with her family travelling to Switzerland, where she could legally access assisted dying. She chose the Pegasos clinic because she had read that other people with fluoroquinolone-associated disability had ended their lives there.

Jen said: “She knew what she wanted to do. Even when we were there in Switzerland, I said to her multiple times we could just go home. But she was so determined to do it.”

On the day, a nurse prepared an intravenous drip containing Nembutal and inserted it into Trish’s arm. Patients normally turn a small wheel to release the infusion. Trish’s joint pain made that impossible, so the clinic set up a cord for her to pull. Jen says her mother was calm. “I think it was very quick. The last thing she said to me was, ‘I’m going to sleep now.’”

Still prescribed to thousands, every month

Fluoroquinolones — ciprofloxacin, levofloxacin, moxifloxacin, ofloxacin and others — are among the most commonly prescribed antibiotics in the UK. They are used for serious infections of the bladder, lungs and elsewhere. For most patients they are described as safe and effective. Research and regulator files show a minority can suffer severe, lasting injury: tendon and joint pain, muscle weakness, burning or tingling, dizziness, brain fog, and in some cases psychiatric crisis including suicidal thoughts.

Since 1990 the UK Medicines and Healthcare products Regulatory Agency (MHRA) has linked more than 10,000 adverse reactions and at least 100 deaths to ciprofloxacin alone. In 2024 the regulator told NHS doctors that systemic fluoroquinolones should be prescribed only when other commonly recommended antibiotics are unsuitable.

Despite that warning, NHS figures cited in the article showed more than 20,000 fluoroquinolone prescriptions still being handed out every month in England.

Professor Sir Munir Pirmohamed, University of Liverpool: “If you are being prescribed a fluoroquinolone antibiotic, ask your prescriber whether an antibiotic is really essential. And if it is, ask are there any other antibiotics that could be used instead.”

Jen believes fluoroquinolones should carry a prominent health warning: “This drug should be used as a last resort for life-threatening conditions.”

The Lightwood family started a petition calling for strict rules on the prescription of these antibiotics:

Sign the petition — regulate fluoroquinolone antibiotic use

MHRA statement, as published. Dr Alison Cave, MHRA Chief Safety Officer, said the agency acted in January 2024 to tell healthcare professionals that systemic fluoroquinolone antibiotics must now only be prescribed when other commonly recommended antibiotics are inappropriate, after reviewing evidence on disabling and potentially long-lasting or irreversible side effects. Anyone with suspected side effects should speak to a doctor and report them via the Yellow Card scheme, and should read the Patient Information Leaflet.

That is the official language. Trish’s language was shorter: she was happy and healthy until she took an antibiotic that damaged her beyond repair. Left alive, but unable to live.

Her last public act was still a warning. She used the hours she had left to tell other people what these drugs can do. That is why this page exists — so the newspaper cutting does not stay in a drawer, and so another family does not have to learn the name “fluoroquinolone-associated disability” only after it is too late.

If you are in crisis: UK — Samaritans 116 123 or samaritans.org. Netherlands — 113 or 0800-0113 or 113.nl. Belgium — 1813. This post is not medical advice. It is a documented patient story and a public-health warning.

Source: Nathan Kay, “Trish ended her life after years of agony… caused by antibiotics that are prescribed to thousands every year”, The Mail on Sunday, 5 October 2025. Newspaper photograph reproduced here for commentary and patient-safety advocacy, with credit to the original publication and to Trish Lightwood’s family.

The story of Trish Lightwood.

Trish Lightwood

Trish Lightwood, 59, a former teacher from Liverpool, was the wife of Mark and mother of Jen, 23, and Sean, 21. Until September 2023 she was healthy, active and followed a healthy diet.

After a hysteroscopy with normal results and no complications, her doctor prescribed a nine-day course of ofloxacin, a fluoroquinolone antibiotic, “as a precaution” against possible infection. Within days the side effects began and never went away: excruciating joint and tendon pain so severe she could no longer walk or lift a glass of water, severe insomnia, and brain inflammation visible on MRI. Two specialists diagnosed fluoroquinolone-associated disability (FQAD).

She saw seven GPs, three professors, three pain specialists, a neurologist, three psychiatrists and a psychologist. Nothing relieved the constant pain.

In her final Facebook post she wrote: “I was happy and healthy until I took an antibiotic that damaged me beyond repair, left alive but unable to live. I’m in constant unrelenting pain. I cannot function. There is no cure for this. The medical profession knows this. You can only protect yourself from this by knowing the risks.”

On 14 August 2025 she travelled to the Pegasos clinic in Switzerland. A few hours beforehand she posted her goodbye. Her daughter Jen was with her. Her last words were: “I’m going to sleep now.” She died three days before her 60th birthday.

This is a typical case of severe, irreversible fluoroquinolone toxicity after a precautionary prescription, not for a life-threatening infection.

The family started a petition for stricter rules on fluoroquinolone prescribing:
https://www.change.org/p/regulate-fluoroquinolone-antibiotic-use

Source article (Daily Mail, 5 October 2025):
Daily Mail — Trish Lightwood



Video interview with Jen and Mark Lightwood — THIS IS FLOXED — FOR TRISH:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2_TZx-rvh4

Photos

There are very few public photographs of Trish. She was a private person. The only confirmed pictures are family photos given to the Daily Mail and stills that may appear in the YouTube interview above. Image searches often return other women named Trish, or fictional Lightwoods from books and television. Those are not her. The portraits the family chose to make public are in the two links above.

Here is the story of Trish Lightwood.


Trish Lightwood

Trish Lightwood, 59, a former teacher from Liverpool, was the wife of Mark and mother of Jen, 23, and Sean, 21. Until September 2023, she was healthy, active, and followed a healthy diet.

After a hysteroscopy with normal results and no complications, her doctor prescribed a nine-day course of ofloxacin, a fluoroquinolone antibiotic, "as a precaution" against possible infection. Within days, the side effects began and never went away: excruciating joint and tendon pain so severe she could no longer walk or lift a glass of water, severe insomnia, and brain inflammation visible on MRI. Two specialists diagnosed fluoroquinolone-associated disability (FQAD).

She saw seven GPs, three professors, three pain specialists, a neurologist, three psychiatrists, and a psychologist. Nothing relieved the constant pain.

In her final Facebook post, she wrote:

"I was happy and healthy until I took an antibiotic that damaged me beyond repair, left alive but unable to live. I'm in constant unrelenting pain. I cannot function. There is no cure for this. The medical profession knows this. You can only protect yourself from this by knowing the risks."

On 14 August 2025, she travelled to the Pegasos clinic in Switzerland. A few hours beforehand, she posted her goodbye message. Her daughter Jen was with her. Her last words were:

"I'm going to sleep now."

She died three days before her 60th birthday.

This is a typical case of severe, irreversible fluoroquinolone toxicity after a precautionary prescription, not for a life-threatening infection.

Petition

The family started a petition for stricter rules on fluoroquinolone prescribing:

Regulate Fluoroquinolone Antibiotic Use

Sources

Daily Mail article (5 October 2025):

Daily Mail — Trish Lightwood

Video interview with Jen and Mark Lightwood — THIS IS FLOXED — FOR TRISH:

Watch on YouTube

Photos

There are very few public photographs of Trish. She was a private person. The only confirmed pictures are family photos provided to the Daily Mail and still images that may appear in the YouTube interview above.

Image searches often return other women named Trish, or fictional Lightwoods from books and television. Those are not her. The portraits the family chose to make public are available through the two sources listed above.

woensdag 19 augustus 2026

Notition of me they did to me Antonino Troisi

 What did the doctors do when I was floxed? Did they help me?


No. They attacked me.

They falsified my medical file. They wrote that I was a hypochondriac, a liar, that I was exaggerating. They downplayed the tinnitus caused by Avelox by claiming it had come out of nowhere, that one could easily live with it, that it was not important, that it was temporary and that it would pass.

They contacted my previous doctors to spread lies about me and claim that I had said things against them. They even contacted my ex-wife to tell her that I had said serious things about them.

In 2010 I was in a specialized hospital for the tinnitus caused by Avelox. This tinnitus appeared very quickly and it is extremely disabling: 45 to 60 decibels at 7000 hertz.

They telephoned the hospital in Antwerp, the team of Professor Dirk De Ridder, the greatest tinnitus specialist in the world. They said that I was a hypochondriac, a liar, that I was attacking them, that I was insulting them and that I was provoking them, while they presented themselves as caring doctors who only wanted what was best for me.

Result: in Antwerp they objectively diagnosed that my neurons were hyperactive on the opposite side of the tinnitus, and that I had hearing loss in the right ear, exactly where the tinnitus is located. Professor Dirk De Ridder also found intracranial pressure and pressure in the right ear. He directed me to an endocrinologist.

But because of their constant harassment — them and the doctor’s wife — who kept calling and harming me with every doctor I saw, the doctors blocked me. In Antwerp they finally told me: “We will no longer help you, we will no longer treat you, go somewhere else.” The professor refused to complete the diagnosis and the follow-up was stopped.

The doctor even called me at home to insult me. He was taking revenge because I had said that Prozac had destroyed me. In 1994 they had prescribed me Prozac even though I already had eosinophilic asthma, tachycardia and diabetes. They had sent me to psychiatry.

I had to wait for years before I could get any care somewhere. During that time my wife cheated on me with her boss while I was floxed and poisoned. She did it twice. I was floxed twice, she betrayed me twice, then she left and left me with debts. I was four thousand euros in the red when she left.

I was never able to really rebuild myself, because the doctors never stopped attacking me.

That is what they did.
They did not help me.
They destroyed me a little more.What did the doctors do when I was floxed? Did they help me?

No. They attacked me.

They falsified my medical file. They wrote that I was a hypochondriac, a liar, that I was exaggerating. They downplayed the tinnitus caused by Avelox by claiming it had come out of nowhere, that one could easily live with it, that it was not important, that it was temporary and that it would pass.

They contacted my previous doctors to spread lies about me and claim that I had said things against them. They even contacted my ex-wife to tell her that I had said serious things about them.

In 2010 I was in a specialized hospital for the tinnitus caused by Avelox. This tinnitus appeared very quickly and it is extremely disabling: 45 to 60 decibels at 7000 hertz.

They telephoned the hospital in Antwerp, the team of Professor Dirk De Ridder, the greatest tinnitus specialist in the world. They said that I was a hypochondriac, a liar, that I was attacking them, that I was insulting them and that I was provoking them, while they presented themselves as caring doctors who only wanted what was best for me.

Result: in Antwerp they objectively diagnosed that my neurons were hyperactive on the opposite side of the tinnitus, and that I had hearing loss in the right ear, exactly where the tinnitus is located. Professor Dirk De Ridder also found intracranial pressure and pressure in the right ear. He directed me to an endocrinologist.

But because of their constant harassment — them and the doctor’s wife — who kept calling and harming me with every doctor I saw, the doctors blocked me. In Antwerp they finally told me: “We will no longer help you, we will no longer treat you, go somewhere else.” The professor refused to complete the diagnosis and the follow-up was stopped.

The doctor even called me at home to insult me. He was taking revenge because I had said that Prozac had destroyed me. In 1994 they had prescribed me Prozac even though I already had eosinophilic asthma, tachycardia and diabetes. They had sent me to psychiatry.

I had to wait for years before I could get any care somewhere. During that time my wife cheated on me with her boss while I was floxed and poisoned. She did it twice. I was floxed twice, she betrayed me twice, then she left and left me with debts. I was four thousand euros in the red when she left.

I was never able to really rebuild myself, because the doctors never stopped attacking me.

That is what they did.
They did not help me.
They destroyed me more. and more



How many times did they call me a softy, a pussy, tell me I was exaggerating, that I was having panic attacks, that I was hyperventilating? How many times did the female nurses and caregivers, especially in the emergency department, say things like “You men are all pussies” and other humiliating remarks?

These people insulted and humiliated me over and over again. It is unbelievable.

And then on television you constantly see reports about patients attacking doctors, patients attacking caregivers, patients being the problem. Meanwhile these people cause us so much harm. They are complete hypocrites.


My American floxie friends,

Remember one thing The Netherlands where i life not my country (i am Proud Sicilian Italian)

The beautiful image, the propaganda of a civilized, caring country that looks after its people is completely false. It is pure propaganda. They place themselves at the top of the statistics, but they are hypocritical liars. The care is disgusting.

In my city, I am telling you, they are not even capable of measuring tinnitus. Before my consultation with the ear doctor, I asked the receptionist at the desk: “Can you measure tinnitus? Are you able to measure tinnitus?” She started laughing, “hahaha,” and said: “No, it is impossible to measure tinnitus.”

That is completely wrong. It is perfectly possible to measure tinnitus. But in my city they are idiots, completely incapable.

dinsdag 18 augustus 2026


My Story – Robert Montez

Date: 10/01/12

My name is Robert Montez. I am 17 years old. Before this happened, I was a very healthy teenager. I was highly involved in school, maintained excellent grades, and was on track for an early graduation. My plan was to enter a five-year nursing program after finishing high school.

I have always had a deep passion for music and art. Growing up surrounded by many genres of music, I felt fortunate to experience such diversity and set goals of becoming a musician. I learned to sing, play guitar and bass, and music became an essential part of my daily life. Eventually, it inspired me to pursue plans of forming a band.

Aside from school and my hobbies, I had been in a four-year relationship with my high school sweetheart, Alycia. This experience has affected her deeply as well. We spent much of our relationship discussing our future plans and goals after high school. She was very important to me, and this illness has devastated many of the dreams we had together. It struck at what should have been one of the happiest periods of my life, just as all my plans were about to become reality.

I often think about how my life seemed to end just as it was beginning.

On May 25, 2012, my life changed forever. One morning while bathing, I discovered a lump in my testicle. Concerned because cancer runs in my father's side of the family and because I was experiencing severe pain, I quickly scheduled an appointment with my doctor.

After examining me, my doctor ruled out cancer and diagnosed the problem as an epididymal cyst. He then prescribed Ciprofloxacin (Cipro) 500 mg, twice daily for ten days.

That same day, as I was beginning my summer break from school, I picked up the prescription and went home. I only took two pills before realizing that something was terribly wrong.

While lying on my bed, I suddenly noticed an unusual sensation in both Achilles tendons. It felt as though all the nutrients had been drained from them, leaving them brittle and weak. When I tried to walk, it felt as if they might snap beneath me.

Soon afterward, I experienced an overwhelming sensation that every ounce of life had been sucked from my body, accompanied by an intense panic attack. I did not feel like myself. The world around me seemed strange, unreal, and dreamlike. It was terrifying.

During the following days, I felt extremely weak, flu-like, frightened, and helpless. After reading the medication leaflet more carefully, I discovered some of the listed side effects. I immediately began searching online for information about Cipro side effects and was horrified by what I found. To this day, it still feels like a nightmare from which I have never fully awakened.

Symptoms I Experienced After Taking Cipro

  • Severe head pressure
  • Tendonosis and tendonitis in both Achilles tendons
  • Partial hearing loss in the right ear
  • Tinnitus
  • Tendonitis in both hands
  • Damage to multiple tendons throughout the body
  • Hundreds of eye floaters of various shapes and sizes
  • Disturbances in smell perception
  • Dental problems
  • Arthritis-like pain in knees, hands, and wrists
  • Premature skin aging
  • Poor wound healing
  • Brittle nails
  • Severe constipation
  • Frequent urination
  • Extreme anxiety and panic attacks
  • Depersonalization and feelings of unreality
  • Suicidal thoughts
  • Depression
  • Frequent crying spells
  • Feelings of emptiness
  • Severe mood swings
  • Peripheral neuropathy affecting multiple limbs
  • Severe nerve pain, especially in the legs, knees, and feet
  • Chronic fatigue

At the time of writing, I am four months into my recovery after being floxed. My symptoms come in cycles, varying greatly in intensity and duration. Around six of these symptoms affect me daily. Some days are manageable, while others are extremely difficult. Certain weeks bring intense flare-ups.

Mentally, I feel more normal than I did during the early stages, but I still do not feel like myself. Pain in my legs often makes walking difficult, and both Achilles tendons continue to trouble me, particularly the left one. The nerve pain is unusual because it constantly changes location.

Overall, I do feel better in some ways, although in other ways I sometimes feel worse than I did earlier. Recovery has been a constant cycle of progress and setbacks, much like many other floxed individuals describe.

I have tried a variety of approaches recommended by other sufferers, including:

  • Whey protein
  • Magnesium supplements
  • Vitamin C
  • Hot Epsom salt baths
  • Vitamins A and D
  • Cellfood
  • Lemon water
  • Apple cider vinegar
  • Reverse osmosis water
  • A healthy diet whenever possible

Sometimes it is difficult to tell whether I am moving forward or backward in recovery because of the dramatic ups and downs. However, I understand that everyone heals differently, and despite being far from my old self, I am grateful that I have made some improvements during these four months.

Knowing that there are many others going through similar experiences saddens me deeply, but it also gives me comfort because it reminds me that I am not alone.

I know I have a long road ahead, as many of us do. I believe that time plays a major role in recovery. I am still frightened about what the future may hold, but I continue to live, hope, and pray every day for healing.

If there are any other young floxies who can relate, please share your story. In fact, anyone is welcome to share. I believe that by standing together and raising awareness, we can help prevent this terrible illness from happening to others.

~ Peace & Love ~
Robert Montez

I Only Took Two Pills of Cipro – Robert Montez, 17 years old, From Healthy Teen to Floxie in 48 Hours – Robert’s Testimony (2012)


Floxie Testimony

I Only Took Two Pills of Cipro – Robert Montez, 17 years old

Written 1 October 2012 · 4 months after being floxed

Before this I was a very healthy teen. I was very involved in school, always keeping my grades high and was on track for an early graduation. I was planning on getting into a 5-year nursing program after finishing high school. I have also always had a big passion for music and art since I was very little. Growing up around many genres of music, I always felt very blessed to have heard them and set forth goals to become a musician. Having learned how to sing, play guitar and bass, music became a part of my everyday life and soon inspired me to want to form a band.

Aside from school and my hobbies, I have been involved in a 4-year relationship with my high school sweetheart Alycia, who this has very much affected as well. We spent much of our relationship being very committed, discussing after-high-school plans and goals. Being so important to me, this has devastated much of my plans and dreams, striking me at the most joyous time of my life — the time when all my plans were to be set into action. I often think about how my life has ended as soon as it started.

On May 25, 2012 my life was forever changed.

One morning while bathing I discovered a testicular lump. Soon after I scheduled an appointment with my doctor. I was very alarmed because cancer runs in my father’s side of the family and I was in an extreme amount of pain. After a visit with my doctor, he ruled it out as being an epididymal cyst and was quick to prescribe me a round of Cipro 500 mg twice a day for 10 days.

That same day I was starting my summer break out of school. I picked up my prescription and headed home. I only took two of those poison pills!!!

I quickly noticed something was wrong. I did not know what hit me at all. I was lying on the bed when I suddenly noticed a very odd sensation in both my Achilles tendons, as if all the nutrients had been sucked out of them and they became extremely brittle and weak. I tried to walk and felt as if they were going to snap right beneath me. Then followed a horrible feeling of every ounce of life being sucked out of my body, with a very intense panic attack. I was lost on how to describe how I felt next. I felt like I was not myself. I felt like the world around me was different and dream-like — but this was terrifying.

For the following days I was feeling very flu-like and very weak, and very scared of everything around me, like a helpless animal. After I read the package a bit more I came across some of the mentioned side effects. I very quickly started a Google search on Cipro side effects and was extremely horrified by everything I read. I was very scared and to this day feel like this is a nightmare that I have not been able to awake from or accept.

A list of all my side effects from this antibiotic:

I am 4 months out from my initial floxing and I have many cycles of my symptoms. All vary in duration and length, but about 6 or so of the ones I mentioned I have on a daily basis. Some days go okay and others not so smooth, with some weeks them peaking in intensity. Mentally I feel more normal than early floxing but still not myself. I experience much pain in my legs, making it hard to walk sometimes. Both Achilles are still a bother, with my left still being acute. Nerve pains are very strange because they seem to shift to different locations.

Overall I do feel better in some ways and sometimes worse in others than early on. This really is a back-and-forth thing, like many other floxed people have described. I am trying certain suggestions from other sufferers, which I change up: whey protein, magnesium supplements, vitamin C, hot Epsom salt baths, vitamins A & D, Cellfood, lemon water, apple cider vinegar, reverse osmosis water. I try to eat as healthy as I can, but it’s sort of hard when you have to rely on your mother and money has to stretch.

At times I don’t know if I have gone back in time in recovery or forward. It’s very hard to tell with all the major ups and downs. But I know we all heal to our own degree, and I do feel thankful that at 4 months — although nowhere near my normal old self — I have made some improvement.

Knowing that there are many like myself highly saddens me, but at the same time offers comfort that I’m not alone. I have definitely a long road ahead of me, as do we all. But I believe time is a big factor in our recovery. I am still very scared about the future but must keep on living, hoping and praying every day for recovery.

Please, if any other young floxies can relate, share your story — or anyone, it does not matter. I believe as long as we all stick together we can prevent this horrible illness from happening to anyone else.

~ Peace & Love ~
Robert

Original testimony written by Robert Montez, 17 years old, four months after being floxed by only two tablets of Ciprofloxacin 500 mg in May 2012.
Shared here to keep the voices of young floxies visible.