For the second time in as many
months I have a Simon and Garfunkel song running through my mind. Today it is The
Boxer. However, I don’t seem to be able to get past the verse:
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains…
I have played the song on my
guitar many a time and depending on how many glasses of the red stuff I have
consumed, the Lie-la-lie chorus can be both rowdy and long – you can
listen to how the song should be sung here.
The song has probably been
prompted in my mind by the many boxer and boxing stories I have heard this past
week. Frank Bruno, a great British boxer, and a man of the people. He is someone
who has lived with his own mental health problems. Since retiring for boxing, his charity helps folk work through their mental health issues. Last week the story
broke of his recent health problems. He cancelled his speaking engagements because
of an undisclosed virus that has laid him low. We wish him well and hope he is
returned to full health soon.
Back in 1974, ‘that fight’
was hosted in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) to help boost tourism.
Today the DRC is in the midst of a humanitarian crisis. The International
Rescue Committee reported last week of a ‘catastrophic deterioration in
health service and humanitarian conditions’. The DRC crisis is putting some
11 million people at risk, but sadly their plight is largely overshadowed by
the equally dreadful events in Ukraine and Gazza.
Costing some £105 million, it provides 150 beds in what Ricky described as a ‘5-star
hotel’ environment. It is a great place for sure. The building has taken
nearly three years to complete, but it came in on time and on budget. Much of the
design of the building, and how it might be best used was co-produced with carers,
service users, members of the community and with many of my colleagues.
I was pleased to host the event,
and whilst I agreed with Ricky that the facilities were indeed 5-star, it is
the folk who work in North View that can make the biggest difference to service
users’ experience of mental health care. Ricky was a fabulous co-host, and one
of the kindest and confident people I have met in a while.
His presence last week reminded of
a visit I once made to Lagos, Nigeria. I had been invited by the East African
Nurses Association to speak at their annual conference. For all kinds of
reasons, I found Nigeria to be one of the most frightening places I have ever
visited. I delivered my paper, but was totally unprepared for the crowds as I
left the conference centre. I was surrounded by hundreds of nurses all wanting their
photo taken with me. It was a terrifying experience. It was 15 minutes of fame
I didn’t like. Last Friday, unlike me, Ricky was completely at ease by the massive
attention many of my colleagues gave him. He posed endlessly and
uncomplainingly for photos with colleagues and guests alike. He was a consummate professional
and absolutely the right person to officially open our new service. Thank you
Ricky - Lie-la-lie!
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