I think its quite ironic that it is assumed that I am not a fan of the NHS. My child had cancer. Her treatment cost thousands if not millions of pounds. I never once had to think about the cost. Once diagnosed (that is a different story) she was treated immediately and with compassion. Yes the faciliaties were old (well ancient) but that mattered not to me. Infact when we eventually moved to the brand new state of the art UCH things never seemed as safe and homely again.
My daughter was cared for by some amazing people who were truely devastated when they could not cure her. There were some bastards but they are remarkable and memorable because they were the exception.
The ones that upset me and my DD, the ones that make me wake in a cold sweat and in tears are the ones that did not listen. Be they nurses or SHOs or the most experienced consultant it was the ones that did not listen to me and my DD that caused the most distress. A very smart new SHO (avoid being ill in Sept or Feb) refused to cross match DD because 'it only takes a little while to order blood' Not if it is specially treated for oncology patients it doesnt! My DD having to have a transfusion during the night which meant 15 min obs and posed a real danger as she had become allergic to blood products.
A nurse telling my DD to 'settle herself' as the doctors were all busy. She had just relapsed and her bone marrow was exploding in her bones. Imagine the pain.
The nurse who told her not to be a baby because she wanted sedation for her ng tube.
But the busy SHO who bothered to remember what tv DD liked. The one who realised that my girl was a shy teenager and found the lack of privacy excruitating. The clerk who used to bring her DVDs to watch. The nurses who were kind and came to chat at 2am even though they had loads to do. The ones that used a torch for obs and didnt turn the light on at 5am. The ones who got her antibiotics up asap so she didnt have to spend a whole extra day in hosptial.
I love the NHS and I am forever greatful for what the staff did for my daughter. I want all my sons to become doctors. I know all about real problems and issues. My daughter is dead, you dont get more serious than that.
You really really have to listen. Sometimes in order to listen you have to ask questions first.
I STILL DO NOT WANT TO BE CALLED MUM.