My last palliative care job in London, I was privileged to care for a 94 year old Doctor. Her life began in Bogota at the British Embassy where her father was the UKs man there.

Her long life saw her a P.O.W in Bad Godesburg, after being rounded up in VICHY where she worked as a children’s doctor. Her recall of that time was adamant and angry. Told me some of life’s tragedies for individuals is being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As she aged her sight slowly diminished and when I meet her the vision in both eyes were reduced to little more than 15%. Didn’t stop her studying a spider with a magnifying glass.

An immediate bond was established between us and I spent a year being her prime carer with her pledging me, within a week of us knowing each other, that I was never to hospitalize…

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