So on Oct 2 I went back to the Royal Free for a series of bewildering tests. There were three of us in my group. I forget the procedures now, ECG, scans, blood tests, brain (?) that was fun. Electrodes all over my shaved head, I guess it made the woman in charge of the machine's life easier, no pesky hair to get in the way.
There was a heart test, running up and down stairs accompanied by a doctor to measure my fitness. Weirdly rudimental, but I guess effective. Then an overnight stay in the guest accommodation, more tests in the morning. Then we had a briefing as to what to expect if we were 'listed.'
A bit like a competition to see if you could get to the next stage. Would I be listed or eliminated ? You're informed a few days later after they've had a discussion about your suitability. We were also told to have a bag packed ready, for when the call came, and a warning. 2 out of every 3 times you're brought in, you're sent home again because the liver is deemed not up to standard.
I went home.
A few days later I had a call, 'just to let you know, you've been listed.'