Some nights you wake up every hour. Not ideal when you’re on the early shift this morning with the rest of the week ahead. Some nights some people just stick with you, and it’s visual - you can close your eyes and see their faces. See the framed photographs on the wall and the dog … Continue reading Some Nights
*Fraser and Marion's names have been changed. The snow began falling faster, I increased the speed of the wipers as the white fluffy flakes began to settle on the windscreen. I felt my shoulders rise and my teeth clench in anxiety as it became harder to see and a blanket of white started to cover … Continue reading Fraser
I was inspired to write this after spending a a study day at the wonderful Florence Nightingale Hospice in Stoke Mandeville. *Magdalena and Duke are fictional. The courtyard garden, centre stage to a surround of tinted windows and sliding doors, each one reflecting the colours of the garden. Behind every window is a life story. … Continue reading The Hospice Garden
It's really interesting to me to re-visit this reflection I wrote about *Grace. This was my first experience of a patient dying when I was a first year student nurse. It's so interesting to look back on especially now that I work in palliative care, to see the knowledge I had, or should I say … Continue reading From the Archives: Grace
