Leaving the Haemo ward on tuesday I was stopped by a patient at the lifts who asked if I was off, he was also hooked to a drip on a portable stand and had obviously been off for a toddle about the wards for some exercise. I was I replied. ?Do you know anything about stem cell transplants?? he asked, before going on to explain that he had leukaemia, it had relapsed and he was in preparation for a donor transplant. Now all this sounds very innocuous and it?s the kind of routine conversation that you?ll find between any cancer patient anywhere. I replied that I believed that stem cell transplants for leukaemia were to all accounts practically a cure.
I should at this stage mention a few odd things about the person I was talking to, I noticed that hovering a few feet away from him was a policeman, he was also accompanied by a lanky friend. There was a strong smell of beer and cigarettes. He spoke quickly and in an overexcited way. My inner urban danger detector went off the scale?.
?What?s the matter with you? he asked, I told him I had myeloma and was due a stem cell transplant too. His lanky friend at this point chipped in, ?myeloma?s incurable even with a stem cell transplant?, which is true. At this stage my new friend said ?oh you?re going to die then?, before turning round and continuing down the corridor. The policeman shook his head and followed after him, with his lanky friend. It wasn?t quite the departure I would have planned for, and in fact totally freaked me out compounding my fragile mood. This guy was obviously a prisoner let out for treatment. He was also an utter thoughtless moron.