A diary excerpt from a woman with terminal cancer and her experience with the National Health Service:
A specialist nurse called from the hospital to say she’d had a chat with my oncologist and that “radiotherapy was now an option again”. Problem is, I haven’t seen my oncologist for ages, and no-one seems to be in charge of me. It’s just a succession of departments and people calling all day with no coordination whatsoever. I want to have radiotherapy, in a couple of weeks, but should I book it now in case I lose my slot? What about my bone scan? It’s never been mentioned again.
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