Someone once said that when the NHS decides there’s something wrong with you they leap into action and it’s then you start to appreciate its beauty. Ultimately, all any of us have is our own experience to inform us. So this post is about mine, and my family’s, experience of the NHS.
As I’ve said many times before, I was hospitalised in the US when I was pregnant, so I do have experience of the American healthcare system – private room, countless tests, $100k bill, etc.
But while the US hospital looked after me while I suffered from hyperemesis, it was my own, local, British hospital that diagnosed my pituitary tumour.
It was the NHS who looked after me when I had a miscarriage.
It was the NHS that delivered my son safely.
It was the NHS that saved the lives of both my son and my nephew when they were toddlers.
It was the NHS that repaired Man of the House after he was knocked off his bike.
It was the NHS that diagnosed my uncle’s cancer and made his final year as comfortable as possible.
It was the NHS that gave my mum a knee replacement, which has given her a new lease of life.
It was the NHS that fixed my sister’s arm after she suffered a serious accident.
It was the NHS that put my mum back together after she fell.
It is the NHS that is currently caring for my friend who is pregnant with twins and at risk of premature labour.
So, those are my reasons to be grateful for the NHS. I’d love to hear yours.