Inspired by Sir Thomas Moore I decided I would donate some money to the NHS Fund. However they wanted me to set up a Paypal account and after a half hearted attempt I decided there had to be something else I could do. Their website described how they supported various charities and I went looking for them specifically and found the London Ambulance Service Charitable Funds.
Their website informed me “The Fund supports the staff of the London Ambulance Service and its patients across London. The Fund provides amenities and benefits to staff as a way of saying thank you for their hard work and dedication, as well as supporting operational activities such as the Volunteer Responder Group.”
Perfect I thought and this was a way I could do something to help closer to where my sister and her family lived and also pay respect to Beetley Pete who had served 22 years in the London Ambulance Service.
Another episode of the ABC Program Fireside Chat covered the rise of cases in America.
One comforting thought given the inundation of the health care system in places like New York earlier this year.
Daily increase in case numbers were skyrocketing but hospitalisations and deaths were not following at the same rate as would be expected.
There were plenty of hospitalisations and plenty of deaths and those people should be in our thoughts.
However was the lower median age of those infected, the warmer summer months, mask wearing and social distancing leading to less severe cases?
If the trend held true that would be a welcome respite from that worst predictions.
A respite was on my mind.
I talked to a work colleague about how I had seen my folks and how unlikely that was to be repeated any time soon.
He had a similar story to tell of his father being allowed a visit from a nursing home recently and seeing his grand children for the first time in a while.
On the 17th of June, 2020 restrictions in nursing homes in Queensland had been restricted.
I want you to get an idea of what they had meant to the people who lived there and their loved ones.
They could have two visitors at a time and no limits on how many visits they got in a given day.
Children could visit them.
As could hairdressers, legal advisors and therapists.
They could leave the home for exercise, family gatherings of up to 20 people with social distancing, funerals or seeing someone they know at another aged care facility.
A group could go on excursions.
These rules did not just apply to the elderly, it applied to anybody in care facilities. Young people, people with disabilities.
People like my older sister.
Yet I still thought…here we fuckin go. It’s starting and it was.
It’s weird as the days went on and we waited anxiously. No matter the news, good or bad.
Everybody I talked to seemed to agree, it’s coming.
Nobody has dodged a second wave from this thing yet and going off the Spanish Flu pandemic, there wasn’t going to be just two waves. There were going to be several.
This thing was with us and we had to be prepared for it to be with us for a long time.
So in that sense, seeing my parents, others seeing their loved ones. This was a respite for us. We were lucky to have it, some people were still waiting for such a respite, some people weren’t going to get one.
I thought about them, I thought about all the businesses and employees who would struggle to get through another slow down…I thought about a lot of people.
This respite was a privilege to cherish and something to take to heart and use as a bulwark to think of brighter days to come and the need to persevere.