Oops! It’s actually called the Cancer Drugs Fund, isn’t it! And it was supposed to be a British government initiative, not a Conservative Party vote winner.
It’s all terrible, humanitarian-wise in Syria, isn’t it? Except that there are still some amazing doctors, Syrian and not-Syrian, who keep on helping in the most difficult of situations. Even while they are actively being targeted.
Instead of paying for a coffin which is only going to be used for just a few days, how about being buried in a bio-degradable ‘seed’ – small of ashes, larger to fit a foetal-position body?
Could a ‘fix’ for antibiotic prescribing actually reduce self-management? A GP practice in Hertfordshire just won an NHS Innovation prize for its nurse practitioner-led service offering CRP tests to patients attending with chesty coughs.
I’ve just been reading Anne Lamott. On a trail hike with a friend who has a terminal diagnosis, she noticed groups of tourists. But: “Who knows what tragedies these happy tourists left behind at home? Into every life crap will fall …
I was sad and horrified to read this American study of 344 widowed fathers who had lost a spouse to cancer and were raising dependent children.
According to the men, 38% of mothers had not said goodbye to their children before death and 26% were not at all ‘at peace with dying’.
Studies show that if a doctor’s intention is to listen deeply to a patient, it only takes about 18 seconds to have a moment experienced by the patient of “being with,” of good connection, of “feeling seen”—and then of being more open to revealing personal information.”