Archive of ‘Grief’ category

Please Don’t Call Me Brave

Please don’t call me brave. I appreciate the gesture, I really do. I think you are really kind to observe what I do, and to express admiration. It’s not false modesty, not bashfulness. There are no blushes. But being called brave does make me feel uncomfortable, and it isn’t all to do with being in […] Read more…

Two Years of Hugo’s Legacy

Today marks two years of Hugo’s Legacy. I was reminded of this by a Facebook memory this morning, which prompted me to think about everything that has happened since I hit ‘publish’ on that first post. In April 2014 I was in that stage of raw, visceral early grief. I was confused, angry, frightened. Full […] Read more…

So That Other Doctors May Learn

Yesterday I arrived home from work to a response to my complaint about the appointment with a fertility consultant back in January. Now, I am fully aware from my years of experience working in the NHS that written responses can lack a human touch. Even so, this response takes the biscuit by refuting our version […] Read more…

I Break Down…and I Pick Myself Up Again

I was broken. My heart was broken, shattered, devastated. My baby boy, gone. I picked myself up. I worked. I created Hugo’s legacy. I picked myself up. Again and again and again. Dusted myself off and kept going, despite the battles, the challenges, the lack of proper support. Fought through the loneliness, the despair, the […] Read more…

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