NO ONE wants to be an in-patient. Ever. Least of all right now. But if you have to be in a hospital, if your life depends on it, there are few places better than Guy’s and St Thomas’, where Boris Johnson is being treated.
I’m fortunate to say the cardiac care team there (and A&E staff at King’s College) saved my life three years ago, when a mystery virus caused blood to haemorrhage in the pericardium around my heart and fluid to accumulate in my lungs.
I nearly died, spent a week in cardiac care, then flitted back and forth with complications for months.
I was already, unrelatedly, a cardiac patient — a previously undetected genetic heart condition means I have been under the supervision of two cardiologists at the trust for 15 years — but that stay was truly enlightening.
Witnessing first-hand the levels of skill, dedication and empathy exhibited by everyone from porters to professors was humbling. Some of the people who helped put my life back together will doubtlessly be caring for the PM today.
They are all the best of us and I thank them every day.