Grief

“I'm not ready to go yet.” The words were barely understandable through the sobs, but the feeling and power with which they were spoken was immense. My patient was in her 30's and had been admitted through the Emergency Department to the surgical ward I was working on...

Grief comes, like love, in myriad forms, chameleon-like, shape shifting, shadow dancing, furtive and furious, all consuming, ever-present, ineluctable. It hits with the power of a tornado, obliterating everything in its path and it lingers, a festering presence eating...

He was there, right behind me. I could smell his shaving foam, feel his cotton shirt brush my ear, anticipate his painful bear hug of love. A warm wash of homecoming enveloped me. I was safe, I was home, I was where I was always meant to be. At his side. Except I...

“It’s not life and death!” How often do we say that, euphemistically, to reduce whatever it is we are agonising over to its relevant size? But sometimes it is. Life and death. I knew my friend and neighbour was going to die and that it would be soon, but I did not...