I RETURNED to my car to find this note left for me.

I'm sorry but it seemed very unlikely either of you ladies needed a disabled parking pass plus the use of a space.

I have taken note of your pass number and will ask the correct dept to look into it.

Regards, A proper disabled driver.

I'm ecstatic that the author of this letter has diagnosed my condition.

Look up amyloidosis – you won't have heard of this. It's an extremely rare, incurable disease.

I have just endured one year of six months chemo with a slight rest before enduring, and indeed nearly losing my life, to a stem cell transplant.

The symptoms are hidden, indeed the medical profession struggles to diagnose this very rare, horrid condition.

My legs are weak, my body aches, my skin hurts. Do I limp? No.

Have I got a wart on the end of my nose? No! Do I smile? Yes.

My condition is so rare there is only one hospital in London that can carry out scans to see how this debilitating, incurable , nasty disease, has taken over my organs.

For reference, this is in my heart, liver, kidney and spleen.

To receive your note on my car at Sainsbury, in Sale, made me ecstatic. It seems I am cured.

You say I have no need for a disability badge. Well, ‘A proper disabled driver', I will swap you my condition for yours as I probably won't be here in a few years time.

Please don't judge by what you see Do you really think a lady would wear her hair so short (just growing back after chemo).

The thing I am upset about is not just your ignorance but your cowardice in not putting your name.

Don't judge people by what you see! I hope you do contact 'the correct department’ – I would love to discuss this with you personally.

My regards too.

Sale resident

Name and address supplied.