by Anonymous | 19th May 2021 | Humanity, Identity
“By the time you are 50, it’s either God or the garden,” said a close friend a decade ago when she was approaching her half century. At a decade younger than she was, I had laughed, pointed out that it had always been the garden for her, and that I couldn’t see me...
by Anonymous | 22nd Sep 2020 | Stress and Burnout
I can’t leave the garden this evening. It’s not a large garden – the size of some people’s kitchens, where they cook in front of friends and serve “supper” at the table, a happy, chaotic mess, wine bottles strewn around, pans in the sink, kids...
by Anonymous | 21st Apr 2020 | Clinician Stories, Patient Stories
Part 3: The garden That evening I was taken back to theatre to have an external fixator fitted to the femur. The healing process had to start again. Fortunately the left leg fractures were healing well. I was now well enough to eat. I was getting more used to...