|From left to right: Red Blood Cell, Platelet, White Blood Cell |
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My best friend has just been telephoned and told that she has a high platelet count. It's Saturday morning and she has to wait until Monday to go for more specialized tests. She is like a sister to me, we have known each other for more than ten years, sharing the many ups and downs of each others lives. Today we were planning to go shopping together and instead she has been given this frightening news. Life is strange. I'm constantly stunned when it seems that bad things happen to good people. I have no way of easing her fears and I can do very little to help her but hope for the best and encourage her to not think the worst. And I know even when I say this to her that this is hollow advice because I know that I would think the worst if I were in the same position.