The Prognosis

When I was first diagnosed with ‘Pulmonary Venous Occlusive Disease’, I asked my consultant how much time I had left.  He screwed his mouth up, scrunched his forehead, and pulled a ‘bad news’ face.  In that one reaction, I knew it would be distressing.  And I also knew I wasn’t ready to hear that.  So … More The Prognosis

A Letter

Last week I got a letter from Harefield Hospital.  Since getting ill, I have collated a whole file of medical letters.  Appointments, reminders for appointments, notes explaining what happened in the appointments, follow ups from points raised in the appointment.  Having three hospitals wanting to see me regularly, I’ve now filled a large lever arch … More A Letter