I love lists. Ask my children. There are lists everywhere in the house. On the blackboard in the kitchen, on the whiteboard in my office. Ch...

Happy 70th Birthday to the NHS. To me you are like a favourite aunt, cantankerous, imperfect but full of love and always there when you ne...

Tonight I'm thinking of the mum of the 18 year old first year nursing student who answered the ward phone during a night shift to have t...

--> I'm delighted to launch a new series on my blog today, it's called When Life Gives You Lemons.  Over the years...

You were here and now you are gone and my arms ache for you. Did I do enough? Did you know how much I loved you? Did I spend...

I had a dream the other night, it's one I have quite a lot .  The one where I am on my own at home, doing Daisy's IVs late at night ...

I haven't updated for ages, once again the poor blog has been neglected.  My life has been taken up with lots of writing projects, some ...

Nearly 6 months ago I had to make a decision that no parent should ever have to face.  I had to agree to the hospital turning off my daughte...

We took Daisy back to school for her funeral, one last trip to the school she loved and had attended from the age of three.  I wanted to hid...

It's so hard to believe that Daisy has gone, that we will not see her any more, that I won't hear her call out "mummyyyyy!!!!!!...

Sometimes it feels like I'm a character in some Orwellian nightmare.  Not because of losing Andy or because of any of the children's...

I know I talk about death a lot in this blog, but everyone who knows me personally also knows that I am the most optimistic, positive person...

30th November, St Andrew's Day. Andy was born on  on the 26th November in Kilmarnock , Scotland.  His parents registered his birth on ...

A few years ago I wrote a blog post about whether respite was a right or a privilege .  It has always felt like I should be so grateful to t...

We really don't handle the whole issue of dying well in this country do we?  It's just not something spoken about, a taboo subject...

I have a thing for cemeteries - it's back to that old anthropology training again I guess, but a visit to an old cemetery in the UK tell...

Those readers who have followed my blog for a while know that sometimes I drop off the blogging radar, mainly because of workload at h...

On Sunday I completed my last run in the challenge I had set myself earlier this year to run 7 races to mark 7 years of care by our hospice,...

I ran my first half marathon since 1996 yesterday.  Last time I ran a half marathon I was considerably younger and the following day I ...

When I walk home with Jules, my 9 year old son, from school we pass a house which has roses in the front garden.  These are not the weedy, i...