Having just had the heart breaking news that a young man of my acquaintance lost his fight against his severe health problems, today, I found this blog by his wife. I share it in the hope that it may help others, and that her struggle to help her husband will also be recognised.
This is what Josh told me the day he was diagnosed and it does sound almost comical, as though he were about to tell me the house was a smouldering heap on the ground.
Alas, even worse, he had just called to tell me that a doctor had turned up at the front door bearing bad news. After a few months of feeling under the weather, Josh’s blood results had come back abnormal and he was expected by haematology doctors at our nearest ER.
We made our way to the hospital seperately, Josh travelled with his dad and I meandered my way out of central London. On a good day, it’s difficult to be composed when dealing with commuters so woe betide anyone that got in my way on that particular day.
At the hospital we were brought into a side room where the haematology consultant gently talked us through…
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