[Margaret Pilkington]

The link works for me.

At the start of last year my cousin rang me to tell me that she had been diagnosed with this condition......and that I needed to go and be checked out.
I hate visiting the quack for anything and knowing a bit about this condition feared that if I had it, I would remain in their clutches forever.
I made an appointment to see my own named GP.....because I felt that I could talk to him(I had worked with him at QPH when he was a junior doctor and knew that He would be the best person to talk to....and he knows what makes me 'tick').
He wrote the forms for a whole load of blood tests to be done.
I had to go back and have these done by the nurse.......the results took 3 weeks to come back.
I waited with some trepidation......knowing that if the tests were positive I would have to give blood regularly for the rest of my life to keep the iron levels down....and me needle phobic!

The results were negative. I am surprised you didn't hear my sighs of relief all over the borough(and beyond).