Wednesday, 18 April 2012
How we moan about our creaking, slow, inefficient, mega-costly health service.
Easter Monday: discover something alarming.
Tuesday: ring from London to make urgent next-day appointment with GP.
Wednesday: GP reassuring, but makes referral to specialist services.
Friday: specialist unit calls me to make appointment.
The following Tuesday, in the sensitive, calm specialist unit in a hospital some distance away, I am X-rayed, ultrasound-scanned, examined by a consultant, prodded, poked, and soundly reassured that the something, while real, isn't alarming at all, and that I do not have breast cancer.
Not complaining; not at all. And thankful.
Posted by rachel at 16:00