The Chronic Myeloid Chronicles
Ed Jones

The Chronic Myeloid Chronicles


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Happy-go-lucky PE teacher Ed Jones' world changed forever in March 2006, when he returned from a school rugby match to find some missed calls from his GP on his mobile phone. Told to report to hospital 'as a matter of urgency' the next day, Ed found out he had been suffering, without any inkling, from Chronic Myeloid Leukaemia for a substantial amount of time. Now it was up to him to get on and make the best of it.
Noting a lack of supportive literature, apart from leaflets that explained the biology of it all, Ed set about writing his own. He tells his story with an eye for detail, the poignant and the humorous. Join Ed on his journey through various medications and side-effects, fundraising efforts and personal battles. He tells how he rose to the top one per cent of JustGiving earners, whilst tackling the demands of life and his deadly blood cancer, leukaemia.
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When I came home, I noticed my mobile had been called by an unknown number about ten times. I dialled my voicemail. It was the surgery, saying they needed to speak to me. As a matter of urgency. 

Now, why this ‘urgency’? It couldn’t have been about the blood tests. They would not be ready for a week. It must be about my new address, but why was that so urgent? Anyway, I dialled the surgery. It was closed. I was automatically put through to MK Doc, based at Milton Keynes Hospital. I explained that I had to contact Watling Vale Health Centre urgently. MK Doc would try to contact the surgery, and the doctor on call, and get back to me. 

My mind had started to race. What if it was the tests? HIV? The big C?  

A Londoner I had been getting to know called me. I told her about the weird voicemail message and the blood tests. We joked that I was probably pregnant. I resolved to go to the surgery first thing in the morning. She asked to be kept informed. Sounds like I’m in there, I thought. Bonus 

I rang my head of department firstly to tell him that we had been thrashed in the Sevens tournament, which did not go down well, but also that I would need cover the following morning. I did not know what it was about or how long I would be there, only that it was urgent.  

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