Our National Health Service just celebrated its 70th birthday, and for some reason this was considered a big milestone by the media. I even received a postcard with my monthly prescription delivery celebrating the event. Perhaps it is because the NHS has helped millions more people reach the age of seventy than they would have done in the years before, I don’t know. All I do know is that I owe my life to the NHS.
I think most people in the UK have a story to tell about their health and the role of the NHS. Mine began literally when I was born, and I got the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. Thanks to the fact that my mum was in hospital and being treated by skilled medical staff with the latest technology, they were able to monitor my heart beat and knew when it was critical to get me out. Then they had to decide if I was big enough to avoid going in an incubator. I was a cute baby!
So there begins my NHS story, and it doesn’t end there. The NHS has been responsible for treating and monitoring my various eye conditions since I was a toddler (although I did have a few years of private care), and they now continue to care for me in adulthood. They helped me through two pregnancies, birth and beyond, and let’s not forget all those visits to the local GP for minor health complaints and prescription checks. Yes, I am very grateful to the NHS, and I will always support it. Will you?
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