These were the parting words of my breast surgeon as he discharged me this morning at the end of ten years post-surgery follow-up.
The team who have looked after me so well, for so long, are pretty amazing. It's not every surgeon who would recognise one of their patients out of context, or even wave at them across the waiting room, but this one has done so. It's not every team that would give you as much time as you need at every appointment, but this team do. It's not every team that tell you that discharge is not a closed door, but instead that you need the contact numbers to come straight to them if you have any concerns going forward.
The parting words told me what I'd always known, that I was in the 'poor prognosis' group, that this day might not have come, and that it was indeed so great to have arrived here.
I could not have asked for, or even paid for, better care, and it was all free at the point of delivery. The NHS is a wonderful thing, and today, once again, I am reminded just how wonderful.