In the last couple of weeks I have been hugged three times: by one of my patients (who has terminal cancer), a relative of a different patient (who will almost certainly die this week) and a friend of another patient (who died last week). All this because they are grateful for the job my colleagues and I are doing. I leave work every day feeling full of energy and keen to squeeze every drop out of my own life. I aspire to be as courageous as the people I look after.
What a fantastic job this is! I had no idea things were going to turn out this way but I am very glad they have. My colleagues appreciate me, my patients appreciate me and I am full of admiration for all of them as they fight their individual battles. At the moment the grass is greener on my side of the fence. Long may it continue.