I love that song so true
I really feel for you
Nine years on (two failed transplants) and third chest infection since christmas...
It gets harder and harder to get out of bed at 6.30am Monday Wednesday Friday...
Nurses and Doctors talk about the quality of life, but what do they know. We exist.
So quick to lecture us on fluid overload or high potassium or turning up late...
NO-ONE in my unit has ever said to me, How are you doing? Can we support you any further?