McGregor is kickass; a respected crusader. If you’re a woman, she’s definitely the doctor you’d want to see in an emergency or to install as head of medical education, but it’s fair to say she’s not the greatest writer. Her book is unashamedly activist; a how-to guide for obtaining better treatment. Certainly for a British audience, it suffers from stridency and repetition, and McGregor is not personally modest. But skip over the hype and the core content is hair-raising and potentially life-saving.
McGregor is a woman on a mission and she wants us to join that mission too. She includes lists of questions we should ask at our medical appointments. Some of them, such as “Have you studied sex differences in your discipline?”, might not improve your doctor’s bedside manner. They also seem more geared towards a system where your insurer pays for your provider than towards the NHS. Most of us would be through our allotted nine minutes by the time we had asked the first two.