GP finds love with patient's husband....

Well... this is a tricky moral dilemma isn't it?  Judging others is such dangerous ground, after all, few of us a pure of heart and mind.... but on this one, I can't help but think that perhaps there was some middle ground...

"How our sister was betrayed by the doctor who put sex before duty"

Truth is, love happens, two people fell in love over the death bed of the spouse of one of the pair.... love happens.... it is precious and should never be discarded when it has a chance to blossom... (yikes you would think I am romantic, but honestly, I don't have a romantic bone in my body!).

However.... to my way of thinking, and there are, very rare, occasions when I'm wrong so don't quote me...  this doc didn't make her mistake in the two weeks after her patient passed away.  She made her mistake in the weeks or even months leading up to the death.  As soon as she began to have romantic feelings about the husband of her patient, she should have come clean.

If uncertain about her course of action, she should have consulted with the medical council!

 

Instead, she has created a situation where questions can be asked about the sad death of this poor woman, how can anybody ever be sure that her motives, in nursing a dying woman and signing the death certificate were pure?  Likely they were, but her behaviour has created a situation where questions COULD be asked about the death.  In doing this, she has shown herself to lack professionalism, thus there is only one right outcome.  She cannot be trusted to be a doctor and put the needs of her patient first and their combined actions have resulted in unnecessary distress for the relatives of Mrs Owens at a time when they should be able to focus on their grief at her passing.

Simple!

Don't judge her because she was married, she isn't the first to leave her husband for another man.... or as quoted by the family of the deceased, "because of indecent haste", but perhaps examine her actions because she created a situation that caused questions to be asked, interfering with the grieving process for her patient and a situation that could have been avoided with some honesty up front.

The Lucky kids....

I am incredibly lucky.... No question, no debate, I was born under a lucky star and for that I am forever and truly thankful....

My childhood was the best time ever to have been a kid, past, present or future.   Those of us who grew up in the original new age 70's and matured in the 80's were lucky... we had something kids before us and kids after us never had and likely never will again.

Freedom to be kids, explore, learn and imagine!!!!!!! 

Kids before us were bound by the culture of the day, if not down the mines or in servitude, then governed by ridiculous Victorian values or sadly, grew up in war or post war eras.  Kids after us?  Fear and technology has changed it for them, in an increasingly dangerous world, kids are encouraged to turn to modern technology for entertainment.

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Born at the tail end of '64, a leap year and a time for the history books.  I rocked up 6 months after they imprisoned Nelson Mandela, just over a month before our fearless wartime leader Winston Churchill passed on to a higher plane.... A few days after Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer first aired on TV.... Cilla Black was riding high in the charts, 'I feel Fine' was Number One and Beatlemania was at screaming pitch.  Just a year after Brad Pitt came into the world, the year of the American Civil Rights Act and the same year Martin Luther King was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.  It was also the year of the last ever executions in Britain and how lucky were we to be a part of defining today's interpretation of Generation X!!

As 1970 dawned bright and clear I had just turned 5 and as we waved farewell to the 70's and welcomed that brave new world of the 1980's.... I turned 15, a magical age fraught with teenage angst, acne and iconic pop stars like Adam Ant asking us to Stand and Deliver, Madonna performing Like a Virgin at the start of an illustrious career, Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders had Brass in Pocket .... and what about Bob?  

Mr Geldof certainly gave us something to remember with Live Aid even if we all knew he never had a hope of solving world hunger!  It was one hell of a concert!  1980 was also the year John Lennon was so cruelly and unjustly murdered , just three years after another influential megastar met his untimely end.... Elvis!  (Did he really die on the toilet?  Another injustice perhaps?)

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Bob's BFF Mr Midge Ure and Ultravox can claim a major injustice as they celebrated Vienna, the best single that never made it to number one!!  Pipped to the post initially by John Lennon's Woman, acceptable you might agree, but to be kept from the top spot by Joe Dolce's Shaddup You Face??

Seriously?  Judge for yourself....

It is devastating to hear of childhood role models, people who set themselves up as influences on our lives being denounced in the media today, but this does not change what was the best time to grow up!

The Boss may have sung of the Summer of '69, but as any British school kid of that era will tell you, the summer of 76 will live in our minds forever - remember the ladybird invasion?  To be 12, faced with 6 weeks of summer holidays and the hottest, driest summer forever .... bliss!  We didn't worry about the worst drought of the century, standpipes, crops or forest fires, we were 12, we built our make-shift tents from blankets on the back lawn, ready for sleep-outs and agonised over major decisions.... where to go tomorrow....???

As kids of the day, we didn't have air con or XBoxes.... No smart phones, no iPads, no mobiles.... No PCs, no Macs, no apps, no video, no computer games... we breathed fresh air, we talked to each other... face to face! We learned to understand the boundaries and acceptable social behaviour, but above all we used our imaginations!!

...... We had our imagination and our bikes!

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We set off daily, our jam buttes (jelly sandwiches) in our bags... And off we went exploring, swimming... fishing... whatever .... Our parents didn't worry so long as we were home for tea.... They didn't need to, perception of crime was less evident... We had fun.... 

...... And this is why I was born of the lucky generation....

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