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Up front declare: this is not a sad story. It's a very happy one. Via some tricky bits...

Today, Nov 5th is a celebration day in our family. 22 years ago, my son had a bone marrow transplant (aged 23 1/2 months) for a horrendous leukaemia.

We were lucky: we lived 30 minutes from Great Ormond St, kids hospital. His mum was the 2nd parent donor in history (she and I are matched to each other). He didn't reject. We paid £0.

That is the greatness of a health system now being destroyed. 1/n