This blog post was written by a friend of mine called Oana. Her beautiful baby boy Georgie, died of leukaemia in the N.I. Children’s Hospice in July 2014.
I love to read Oana’s blog posts, but this one in particular touched my heart.
I work in the NHS and occasionally clients appear to “demand” more than I feel that I have to give – there is NEVER enough time, there is NEVER enough staff.
It’s good to be reminded that EVERYTHING we do, should be done with COMPASSION and RESPECT – because very often we don’t know the other person’s story and the burdens that they are carrying.
Dear Dalriada Doctor,
I am sorry I inconvenienced you today by phoning twice for a prescription I should have had the consideration to organise before the Easter holidays began.
But still, a bit of compassion and respect would have worked wonders, you know?
I get it.
You sounded bored and ready to go home.
Maybe the extra money you are getting for working on a public holiday does not make you happy.
Maybe you had been working from 9 in the morning and had had enough of snotty toddlers and drunk youths. Or maybe you were on call last night and you went to see a dying child in the hospice close by your practice. Possible.
But you don’t know my story.
You didn’t scroll long enough through my medical file to see that in July last year, my life changed into a nightmare forever.
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