As a volunteer, I take pride in the Hospice gardens, with each plant as well cared for as the people who walk through theses doors. The same way my husband, Steve, was when he was a patient here three years ago.
While Steve was on the ward, I noticed a woman wearing a “Volunteer Gardener” t-shirt and I knew instantly that I wanted to become one too, I applied shortly after Steve’s death and the women in the t-shirt was soon to become a friend.
I now volunteer for the Hospice in seven different ways – in the garden, on reception, on the ward as both a companion and biographer, in the community as a Compassionate Neighbour, as a member of the Hospice User Group, and in the Retail Team where I run a plant stall at the monthly clearance sales.
It is a privilege to be a part of this Hospice family. We’re a strong team who pull together and it keeps my cup full. You will typically find me in my sunhat or wellies, enjoying the company of patients and plants.
Patients’ rooms on the ward have a private patio which open onto a lovely garden, where we often chat about the plants in bloom. A patient recently donated thornless Kew Garden Roses, which we planted in her honour, for more patients to enjoy.
Life really is a garden. For me, it’s not about “giving back”, it’s about doing. I’ve always believed in trying to make a difference to help support others, with a smile or a friendly hello. I am full of empathy and compassion for each person I meet, as the journey through life is unique for all.
Steve was generous and kind – and I find great joy knowing that his legacy lives on in the time that I share with others at the Hospice.