Some patients, I know, imagine indifference in a therapist just doing the job. The opposite is true"by Anna Blundy / April 12, 2017 / Leave a comment
Published in May 2017 issue of Prospect Magazine
My patient arrived puffy and sleepy from pregnancy. Although she had self-confessed difficulties with being a female mammal (as opposed to a male one), she has surprised both of us by relaxing happily into pregnancy. She looks comfortable in all senses.
“Pete died last night,” she sighed. Her father-in-law had been ill for a year, diagnosed with terminal cancer about six months after the death of her own mother and at the same time as a particularly devastating failed second round of IVF. I feel I got to know Pete pretty well during his illness; his insistence that the extended family (including my reluctant but ultimately obedient patient) gather round his bed to listen to his recitations of TS Eliot, his detailed (though eventually ignored) funeral plans that attempted to control the living even after his death and his effort to cure himself by avoiding conventional treatment in favour of a bizarre egg-only diet of his own invention.