Acceptance, this one is certainly not easy. For me, this was a process - at many stages in my life, I believed I had accepted my circumstance and moved on, only to be confronted with it again a year or two later. It is only now I realise that acceptance comes in stages and that it is never too late to have revelations about the past.
In a hospital where the paths of staff and patients can cross in various different roles it is understandably difficult for patients to be assured of privacy and confidentiality. It is a fact we should be aware of and take seriously to prevent important information being with held to the detriment of patient care.
Although free at the point of delivery, the NHS is not a 'free for all' and though treatment is not rationed, it must be rational. Having spent 15 years in the same job, at the sharp end of the NHS, I have seen fancy ideas and initiatives change policy and procedure, trying to trim the cost of the service...
One Sunday one of our merry band was having his regular bedside Mass with his priest and his Mum, when the priest asked us all to join with them. When we all refused the way the priest replied to us has stuck with me throughout my life. "Well if you don't believe then you deserve to be sick. God is punishing you all for your lack of faith".
This weeks' protest outside the Irish Embassy in London over the death of Savita Halappanavar was a first for me. I've been to dozens of pro-choice protests before but this was the first time I've attended one with no sign whatsoever of a counter-protest. I guess it's hard to claim to be 'pro-life' when someone is actually dead.