I came late in life to nursing. When I eventually got here, it felt like coming home.
Palliative care is a special kind of nursing. One where listening is more important than doing. Where we are called to hold space for others, rather than holding the bedpan.
I feel privileged to hear stories from the heart, to catch glimpses into the past and to be in the present, and to be able to help others navigate that delicate crossroads between life and death.
Cicely Saunders said “How people die remains in the memory of those who live on“. This is my meagre attempt to keep the memories alive.
I respect the privacy of the people I have the privilege of meeting in the course of my work. Details, places and names have been changed and stories have been merged to maintain confidentiality. Most photographs are my own, and subject to copyright. All others are credited appropriately.