I wish that each person would die triumphantly after a life well lived.
I wish there would be no pain but I know that along with the privilege of living, there will be pain and exhaustion.
I wish that no one would die young and no parent would drown in tears.
I wish every person could have a hand to hold and a faith in God to guide them.
I wish governments and society would stop seeing the sick as a burden and learn to value the uniqueness of each individual.
I wish palliative care staff would stop talking about the importance of their role and start listening to patients and carers.
I wish someone would care about carers.
I wish patients and families did not have to struggle and fight to get information from the health system.
I wish that people could be respected and never be pushed or coerced on to palliative care before they need or want it.
I wish that doctors saw palliative care patients as human and not just numbers on a paper, soon to be crossed out and forgotten.
I wish that hospitals could stop thinking, “They don’t matter, they’re palliative”.
I wish that palliative care professionals would stop believing that they understand everything and that they always know best.
I wish the pain and suffering was recognised and high quality care provided.
I wish that the focus could shift from reducing unwanted expenses to how to care better for sick people.
I wish that there was somewhere to turn for help when care is bad.
I wish that someone would understand the anguish of being forced to helplessly watch poor palliative care.