My medical nightmare
I read in a national newspaper last week an article about doctors stopping the treatment for a brain tumour against the wishes of the parents of teenager Alex Elliott in February saying he had only two weeks to live and him dying four months later. It reminded me of the way I was treated at Leeds General Infirmary in 1986. I had severe aplastic anaemia and contracted pneumonia in the hospital with a collapsed lung. I was told I was riddled with cancer and to go home and die. My food and drinks were removed and I would have died if my wife, an SRN, had not brought me food and drinks when visiting. I was very close to death when I was transferred from Leeds to Hammersmith Hospital in London. I had treatment for the pneumonia at Hammersmith but no treatment for cancer as I did not have cancer and am still alive 29 years later.