Personal View: Communication is the key to quality care
I decided to apply for medicine at the end of my first year of A levels. Everything seemed to be going to plan, except for a niggling back pain I could not get rid of. Soon it was so bad that I couldn't sleep at night, fell asleep in lessons, lost my appetite, and dropped from an above average student to a straight D student. Four months later I was diagnosed with a Ewing's sarcoma of my right sacroiliac joint.
I left school to become a patient. The details of my time on the “other side of the sheets” wouldn't make interesting reading, but I had one year of chemotherapy and surgery and am now very well. What I am writing about here is some of the doctors I met during that time.
My first encounter with a consultant has yet to be matched. The orthopaedic surgeon was communicative, honest,