My mother was to volunteer at that time to donate her white blood cells to any other patient that she could help, and was to be called upon to assist two others. One was a man who was only diagnosed as having leukaemia after being involved in a car accident. He was lucky that Mum’s blood cells were compatible with his.
Later, there was talk of a full bone marrow transplant, to be carried out in London. The doctors said go for it, my parents said no. They explained that I had a one in sixteen chance of survival following that procedure at that time.
We put our faith in our specialist treatment at home.
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