Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Celebrating love..equally

For Susan and Gerry

Love Story

In hanky drenched cinemas
I watched this film
The teenage me
Enthralled by love

Boy meets girl
The norm for love
Nothing else could
be love after all?

How wrong we were
How wonderful that
All love can now be
Celebrated with openness

May your wedding
Bring joy and celebration
Love is always precious
Keep it warm forever

With all my good wishes not only to Susan and Gerry one of the first same sex couples to be married from tomorrow but to all of you who have longed for this day. Well done to our parliament who made this possible. I'm proud to be part of a nation that has embraced equality in this way and I'm delighted to be celebrating with Susan and Gerry this evening.

Saturday, 20 December 2014

Let it go....

The A82

Any regular readers of my blog will know I'm regularly in the business of supporting the transformation of health and social care. It's inspiring work, especially when I work with people truly committed to improving people's experience. But as we know we are told constantly that the service is in difficulty, that the needs are outstripping the resources. Constant tales of unaffordable medicines and waiting times in A&E fill our newspapers and so when I do work with the public on how to improve health and social care it's those stories I wait to hear.
And yes I do hear of people wanting to go home from hospital but not able to do so because of lack of proper home care support, the kinds of issues that creative responses to integrating health and care may actually help with but that's not the main issue. Neither you may be surprised to hear is it about access to life lengthening drugs for people with cancer. These issues are real but they aren't the ones on most people's lips. I'm sure I will have met those who have hung about in A&E for a bit too long but generally if the care has eventually been fine they are happy to accept a wait, however inconvenient.
Can you guess what people tell me when I do this work? Most often what they say is we want them to really listen to us, to hear what we are saying and treat us with respect.  To invest in the things that help us to help ourselves, to help us understand how to keep ourselves well, whatever our conditions and help us understand where we can look for support when we need it. See me not my condition the plea.
I work too with professionals who want to deliver quality care and support, who see the contradictions in their role, who too want to be heard, respected, treated with humanity. 
Indeed a group of person centred coaches I work with developed this list of hopes for Christmas for those  in the field of health and care.

The 12 days of Christmas."integration" brought to me..
People matter
Encouraging culture
Openness, trust and respect
Nothing about us without us
Positive risk taking
Celebrating success
Learning from mistakes
Feel valued
Everyone involved is on the bus
A82 vs dual carriage way
Let it go……..

We thought maybe we could adapt the words of a certain song for number 12 but on further listening the much heard lyrics seemed strangely appropriate!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0MK7qz13bUhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0MK7qz13bU....enjoy a wee sing a long!
 But you do have to be a local to get the A82 analogy of number 11. Actually it's one of the most beautiful roads in Scotland, you just don't want to have a medical emergency on it! But there is a beauty in our all messiness as human beings and in the local communities which remain close and connected and whilst they may not have shining motorways, there is still heart. 
And that's the theme I hear lying underneath all of this. Let's bring our humanity and our heart into health and care. I know there are big decisions to take, challenges to face and long lives to accommodate but it seems to me if we bring a our hearts, our humanity and ensure individuals and communities are key participants in this decision making we are more likely to get it right.
And don't just take my word for it. this years Reith lectures are focused on enabling the right conversations at the end of our lives. The wonderful Atul Gawande makes a very strong case to do this differently. do listen
So I don't want a lot for Christmas, mostly it's to let our hearts shape our work in health and care, recognising our shared humanity is the change we collectively seek. That's the beginning of our path to wellbeing....
Wishing you all the best of the festive season...

Monday, 15 December 2014

Seasons of Grief

Seasons of grief

Cold and frost define
Your loss 
Christmas cheer 
Jars with the
 Devastation of grief

Your heart shattered 
By love and loss
A future changed 
Scarily unknown
Far too soon for goodbye 

In the dark shadows
Hold on to 
Your love, your memories
The gifts of joy
Celebrated, precious

Your greatest gift
Of your love and care
Leaving this world
At home with those he loves
And always will

Be warmed by this love
And those around you
Kindness and love will cause
The frost to thaw
Hold it close

There will be happier times
Again for you all
Spring will follow in time
As will summer
Till then keep
Warmed by those who love you.

I wrote this poem for a young family who have lost a husband and a Dad this week. It's my way of trying to bring comfort, as much as anyone can just now. I share it in case it helps anyone else struggling with loss just now. A thinking of you all. 

Friday, 5 December 2014

Living not waiting?

The Waiting Room

Intent on newspapers, phones, the floor
We wait, a studied calmness
I see the strain in faces
The men alongside the women
Silent in the main
Waiting our purpose here

A sigh, a shuffle of paper
Down turned eyes
The door opens
A name is called
We settle back to our waiting
For our turn to leave

The December frost sets the tone
Of this winter day
Life bustles with Christmas
But in this room we wait
Our lives on pause
Our breath held till we know

Behind me the Blackadder painting
Attempts to soften the blow
The soft purple Iris bring
Colour and life to the starkness
A fellow survivor-so her work
Holds that deeper meaning

Twenty years since I first sat waiting
To know my fait
To learn that cancer would change my path
To scar my breast and my life
Is that it's legacy?
Waiting to know its next move

The king of players
Omnipotence in it's hand
Defiant I set my face against it
My life, my decisions give me
An illusion of control
That's enough for now

The ebb and flow of the waiting room
A hypnotic movement
One tense face replaced by another
Flicking through journals to stop
Thinking- mind full not
Mindful in this waiting room for life

My turn in time
I face the judgement of the
Clinicians skill and cold steel
Of the mammogram
I leave with a warm dose of optimism
No longer waiting but living

Actually it was out to a walk though the park on a wonderful winter day,a fabulous blue sky then tempted us into a walk through the Botanic gardens.