Both of Sam’s parents, Sharon and Lee, were cared for at Isabel Hospice’s In-Patient Unit within a few years of each other. He remembers the individual care and attention his parents received; they were treated as people not patients.
Sam's parents, Sharon and Lee
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“I love Isabel Hospice; I love all the doctors, nurses, volunteers and even the cleaners. They are all wonderful people, but if I never have to come here again, I’ll be happy,” said Sam.

“My abiding memory of Mum’s time in the Hospice was walking into her room, and finding one of the male nurses painting her nails. Mum didn’t feel right unless her hair and nails were done!” 

“Mum had pancreatic cancer and the time from her diagnosis to when she died was just over four weeks. We were told her cancer was so aggressive it was like she had swallowed a bomb. Losing her was so hard on everyone.

"Dad had already been living with advanced prostate cancer for around three years prior to when mum died. They had been together since mum was 14 and Dad 15, and it was devastating.”

“Dad was like a best mate to me. No matter what time of day it was if I called on him, he would be there to help.” 

“Dad was regularly in and out of hospital. As a family we cared for him the best we could at home, but by the time he needed to be admitted to the In-Patient Unit at Isabel Hospice, he was in a bad way.” 

“The people at the Hospice made everything simple. They got his pain under control and seeing Dad sit up in a wheelchair for the first time and actually moving himself around the unit was fantastic. That was all thanks to the physiotherapy team.”

“One of my best memories of Dad was the day of the Hospice Christmas Carol Concert. I had told him I couldn’t go as I had to work but I ended up working nearby and made it to the Hospice with two minutes to spare. When Dad saw me walk in his face just lit up. 

“The night before he died, my Dad’s brother Leslie and I helped him have dinner. We kissed and shook hands. I told Dad I’d see him the next day.”

“Dad died on the morning of 22nd January 2016. I was an hour’s drive away when I got the call from the nurses to come. When I walked in I could just see from their faces I was too late. I think that Dad waited for us not to be there. When mum died we were there and it was a very distressing experience, Dad wouldn’t have wanted that.”

“Just a month later, my son was born on 24th February and I do regret that Dad never got to meet him. He deserved to meet him, and I would have given anything to have made that possible.“

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