The Good: Approximately 18 months ago my pro-active Consultant Rheumatologist (treating me for osteoarthritis and RLS) requested an iron infusion at Royal Cornwall Hospital Truro, which is where I live, as a last resort treatment option for severe RLS. This took place in September 2024. After 2/3 weeks a blood test revealed my ferritin level had shot up from 47 to over 700, but after 6 weeks I began to suspect it wasn't going to work for me. However, a couple of weeks later I began to watch films in the evening all the way through, sit comfortably through dinner, and get 4/5 hours sleep instead of 1 or 2, or sometimes none at all. I was overjoyed but this was tinged with sadness that my wonderful partner, who had passed away six months previously, wasn't able to share this with me. He had been my rock through all the desperately hard times which most of you will know about.
The Bad: Fast forward to now. The effect is wearing off and I phoned my GP to tell him the good news, and could I please have a blood test to check current ferritin level with the possibility of repeating an infusion? By the way, I am 5 weeks post total knee replacement, jerky legs are not good as an aide to recovery from this frankly brutal surgery.
The Ugly: Zero response from him to the good news. A negative response to the request for a blood test, and I was informed that the hospital is "pushing back" against requests for infusions. No comment about the knee, but an outright ageist lecture that pain (opioids) medication was not a good idea for elderly patients, it could increase their confusion and liability to falls. All delivered in the coldest robotic tone. Perhaps 'the elderly' shouldn't expect to have any quality of life, and it would be more convenient if they just crawled away and died quietly in a corner. I don't expect a George Clooney performance, but a little empathy goes a long way.
Slap in the face, left feeling very low and at the end of the line with nowhere to go. Thanks for reading.