Two years ago, my world fell out from under me when I was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukaemia.
I had no idea. The day my GP phoned and asked me casually if I might be able to make my way up to King’s College hospital that afternoon for further tests, I had been on my way to the leisure centre. I continued on and swam 30 laps before I arrived [at the hospital].
Are decisions made within NHS England based on money, or what is the best treatment to save my life?
Every time I get that call, I think it is THE call. My heart rips open in my chest
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