Day care

Posted September 20th, 2009 by Jane

At my hospice, in-patients not staying for death were encouraged to join ‘day-care’…a mysterious kind of opportunity for social and pyschological rehabilitation. I was pointed in the direction of the Tuesday group…for younger patients. It was nice to know that at just 60 I was still considered young.

Off I went. I arrived a little late and had to squeeze myself round the table to find an empty seat. It didn’t take long to see what was going on. They were making Christmas cards. Yes Christmas cards. Not even new creative Christmas cards, but Christmas cards from last year’s abandoned recycled heap now cut up into new images and stuck on coloured card. One participant was pasting stickers: Made by patients at x hospice. Yes indeed these were cards for sale.

I was horrified but what did I do? join in of course…how could I squeeze myself back out of the room. How could I offend the apparently happy participants? I have countless objections to this kind of activity but I leave my readers to mull them over.