Again on an orthopaedic ward, the patient was a young girl with a spinal problem that meant her staying with for almost a year. Her friends were a group of scary looking young men with tattoos, leather jackets etc. They were a delight. Often, if we were busy over a mealtime, they would offer to help some of the less able patients with their meals. I was talking about music with some of them and remarked that I rued the day my collection of Buddy Holly LPs was stolen. The following day I was presented with a cassette of all the music he had recorded.
After her discharge I was invited to a presentation in a local hall where, for the ward, I was presented with a sizeable cheque to buy equipment for the ward and, for myself, a huge basket of flowers. They had taken up a collection among their friends.