Here's another side to the story. Five years ago, almost to the day, I had recently had my last chemo before surgery and I was asked to attend the chemo support unit on a Friday "to have my bloods done". I felt dreadful, but assumed it was the accumulated rounds of gruelling chemo. I told the nurse how I was feeling as part of the 'tick box' form she had to fill in, and I had a high temperature. She swabbed my nose and throat since the "Australian flu was doing the rounds in the hospital". I was sitting around with all the other patients at various stages of their cancer treatment. After 2 hours waiting for results which didn't appear, I was told to come back after the weekend "For more bloods". Feeling a bit better by this time, I dragged myself on Tuesday as instructed, told the receptionist I had been swabbed, but she said since I'd been told to attend, I should talk to the nurse "about any concerns." I waited an hour in the crowded ward for the Chemo nurse to get to me. When she did finally get to me and looked at my notes, she dashed off and grabbed a mask, put it on me and said: "You've got the Ossie flu!" I asked why they hadn't phoned me and put me off coming. She said: "There's no staff to read notes in between appointments". Basically, I concluded that they didn't care! I could have unwittingly infected a dozen or more people. I was appalled. The surgery was due the following week in another hospital. I phoned and told them I had tested positive for Ossie flu. They told me just to come in anyway, "Because you're on your last day for your target for surgery". I don't suppose I was infectious by then, and I told all the clinicians I met, but they did not bat an eyelid! So, I'm grateful that the chemo and the surgery worked for me, but I concluded that I was just a unit being processed. Nobody was prepared to make a common sense decision which interfered with the 'performance targets'. The NHS was broken a long time ago - absolutely shocking!