THE BIG C

I’m sorry that King Charles has cancer, just as I would feel sad for anyone with such a diagnosis; the uncertainty and fear it brings are horrible to navigate.

However, the King will not suffer the frustration of waiting lists, competing priorities, hours sitting in cubicles in reusable and reused hospital gowns without ties or dignity.

His diagnosis is swift as will his treatment be. He won’t wait months for tests and scans and results.

The King won’t complete a benefit application form or plead with employers for time off on full pay.

The King isn’t self-employed so has no need to take his dictaphone into his ward or reply on his phone to his work emails.

I look forward to the day when in an independent Republic of Scotland the medical treatment, financial and wellbeing support for all is worthy of the royal hallmark.  Nothing less will do in a civilised fair modern thinking society.