She came alive. Not only was she out of bed, she was
independently mobile. I came across her in the sitting
room avidly reading a magazine while knitting a scarf
for the hospice shop. She began to talk about how she
could manage at home by herself. Her daughter, who
had been providing 24 hour care and had introduced
herself to the consultant with the words “Hello,
I’m the anxious daughter,” also looked far better
and went on holiday with her family. She was
discharged successfully with some help from home
care services.