this isn't looking good for doner car owners.

or the two year old Tumour in my mothers leg/arse. It started as "trapped nerve, have pain killers, can't see a physio for

6 months". then after physio "hmm, not working, but you can't see a pain relief nurse specialist for 6 months" then after the pain relief nurse "I can't give you anything stronger just try not to move too much, you can see a consultant in 6 months". After seeing the consultant "Hmm, I still think it is a trapped nerve, all I can suggest is an epidural until it releases". The the epidural didn't work, and suddenly her arse and leg swell upto double size. A&E say shall we admit, consultant says no, take tests, come back tuesday. Tuesday, consultant looks white as a sheet, sits her in a wheel chair admits her and wheels her to the ward himself. She is given self administered introvenous pain relief and tests are done. Gets transfered to Oswestry specialist orthopeadic hospital, but they forget to swab for MRSA, so she has to be isolted for 2 days because the recieving specialists are known to be clear. She is checked, tested prodded and poked, sent home while she waits for an appointment, and called back 2 weeks later for surgery.

They pulled out a 4 pound rugby ball shaped tumour and had to cut her up her thigh, and across the base of her belly, then push the bowel out of the way to get it all.

They reckon it was a nice clean tumour, no additional growth, but when the wounds have healed they are sending her upto christies for radiation therapy.

Because of this approach, she has already lost 2 years mobility. She had to sell her ponies at a loss to cover debts because the she couldn't feed them as she wasn't working and needed to clear her overdraft. They were all registered breeding mares.

She might never walk again without a zimmer or at least a stick because even if it has mobility, the leg is unlikley to have feeling.

All this because the NHS wanted to make her "wait the required period" before trying the next treatment.

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember Elder saying something like:

Bloody hell. Sometimes it's shit.

Aye. The stupid thing is that whilst you're working you're paying plenty of tax etc. By having massive waiting lists, the NHS and Govt actually cost themselves money.

Grimly Curmudgeon wrote in news: snipped-for-privacy@4ax.com:

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Nah, Shit is being told you have a heart problem that requires a long visit to a hospital in London to do heart surgery that only one bloke in the whole of Britain can do, and he's never actually done one, but has studied the American way of doing it. Considering I live in Scotland, London is a bit of a trip, and I would have to go alone, because my three kids go to school/and or live at home and my wife works. The three kids are upset over my condition because they know about it because they had to be screened for it. The wife is upset because she will lose me (silly bugger!). I don't get paid for being off sick ie. I get statutory benefit, but I do have a large mortgage which needs to be paid. (I've already used up the insurance on the mortgage) This means I'll be away from my family who will be booted out of the house I can no longer pay for and may probably die in a strange city with no relatives to comfort my last moments, (according to my cardiologist, who has grave doubts about the outcome). Is it any wonder I have elected to stay at home and work, and take my bloody chances. And no, I don't qualify for a transplant, or mobility etc.