“You’re free to go”
Those words stuck with me as they rolled off my doctor’s tongue.
I’d just spent 7 months in the hotel of ill-health that was hospital (the food was terrible but the staff amazing).
Was it really so simple as saying goodbye to my favourite nurses and walking out the door?
By all accounts, yes.
I had a clean bill of health. No leukemia cells left in my body. And a head of hair that was so…