Since arriving in the UK, I’ve spent time in London, Bath, and Dorset County.
My time in the United Kingdom can be best described as a whirlwind. Before I’d even stepped off of my flight at London Heathrow three weeks ago, I knew a shifting of gears would be necessary. Rather than arriving and immediately navigating to an unknown place to be greet by strangers, I headed directly to a house rented by my grandparents who would be visiting for about a week. No scrounging for dinner or awkward small talk upon this arrival—just the pile of clothes from home and known faces.
Transitioning to the UK also marked a significant change for my project. Unlike Greece which is in the preliminary stages of palliative care development, the UK is the birthplace of many of the ideas integral to palliative care as commonly understood. If my project in Greece was a matter of trying to locate disparate puzzle pieces to put together a cohesive image, my project in the UK is a matter of looking at a mostly completed puzzle and trying to understand how it was pieced together.
Ostensibly, this makes my work here ‘easier.’ In reality, I’ve struggled to navigate as I’ve felt pulled in many directions.
To put it into perspective just how many ways I could have taken my project in the UK, here is a list of all that I have done while here:
- A Death Café
- The garden of a hospice for its open afternoon
- A poetry event put on by a public health commission
- Two conferences
- Spoken with…
- A poet who works with individuals with dementia and their caregivers
- Academics who work at the intersection of death and either art, humanities, philosophy, or education
- More than a handful of clinicians—doctors, social workers, etc.
- The fundraising and marketing team of a hospice
- Many more who I am forgetting to include
- Participated in…
- A one-day conference on broadening the LGBT Health Care agenda
- A four-day conference on the social context of death, dying, and disposal
- A poetry workshop
- The Summer Fete of a hospice organization—both as a volunteer and attendee
- Plan to (in the few days before I leave)…
- Interview individuals about the foundations of the Death Café movement
- Spend an afternoon with an author who is writing a book about death festivals
- Be given a tour and a chance to interview folks at the oldest hospice in the UK
- Enjoy the last bits of cooler weather that I’ll feel until I return to Europe in March
- Been struck by…
- A cold! My first this year which kept me in bed for two full days
- The first ‘valley’ of this experience
Things have been… crazy. Though the list above may make it hard to believe, I’ve regretfully had to turn down a number of opportunities. I’ve struggled to write this due to the sheer amount of learning that has taken place in such a short amount of time. I could write an entire blog about all of my experiences over the past three weeks, but instead I am going to take this one in a different, more personal direction: the first ‘valley.’
In the time leading up to the Watson, when people would ask me how I felt about the impending journey, I would overconfidently assure that it would be a series of ‘peaks and valleys.’ If I could keep sight of that, I would be okay.
I’d been keeping sight of it, but now I’ve also lived it.
Greece was an extended peak. The country is gorgeous, organizations were very willing to accommodate my work, I quickly made friends. It was the perfect place to start this trip—just different enough to force me to stretch, yet similar enough that I could relish in familiarity when needed. My time there bolstered my confidence in a big way.
Then came London.
You wouldn’t expect London—with American creatures comforts and its resemblance to Boston—to be the place where I first floundered. Oh, but floundered I did.
I really can’t explain how it all unraveled. Maybe it was seeing my family for the first since I started the trip, maybe I was a bit too ambitious scheduling six straight days of conferences immediately after five straight days of ‘vacation’ immediately after making my first country change, maybe I should have been more deliberate in choosing a direction to take my project beforehand rather than figuring it out upon arrival. It was likely a mix of all of those things, but all I really know is that I spent a few days walking around with two main thoughts: (1) how can I sustain this for nine more months?; (2) what would happen if, on July 1, 2020, I returned to the Boston Logan International Airport, laid on the ground, and never got up?
My two thoughts were irrational (though imagining the second often made me laugh), and I recognized in the moment that they were an indication that I was in one of the inevitable lows that this year would bring. There are so many ‘maybes’ that may have contributed, though instead here I am going to focus on what got me out of the low.
I had previously scheduled myself to spend the week down in Dorset county, a coastal region of country renowned for its natural beauty. In Dorset, I would learn from a poet who hosts workshops for individuals with dementia and their caregivers, and then spend two days with individuals at the Weldmar Hospicecare Trust—one interviewing with people from their marketing, fundraising, and operations teams, the other volunteering at their annual Summer Fete.
Since poetry, marketing, and fundraising are not worlds that I typically spend much time in, I was excited to see how they may enrich my project. Admittedly, I was also anxious to leave London. The city, while endlessly fascinating and always buzzing, enervated me.
Dorset, however, was the perfect antidote. Looking down different project-related avenues awoke a sense of curiosity whilst my understanding of my project and its boundaries expanded. I was also inspired by the sense of purpose and community palpable in Dorset County surrounding Weldmar.
As I’ve come to learn, many hospices in the UK are funded dually by state and charitable contributions. Both are important sources of funding, though money from the charitable contributions is more versatile, allowing the hospice to provide services such as art therapy or day centers with social activities. The more funding that is brought in through charitable contributions, the more ‘value-added’ type activities the hospice can provide. Hospices also serve a particular area, only admitting patients who live in that region or have a GP that practices within in it. This puts the hospices in an interesting position: in order to provide all of the ‘value-added’ services (which can and do make a big difference), they need to be well-supported by the community; in order for the community to support the hospice, they must know about it, believe it its mission, and not just see it as a ‘death house;’ in order for community members to believe in the hospice, the hospice must be highly visible and rely on word of mouth praise regarding its service.
If that seems confusing, it’s because it is. I’ve interviewed many people that work in the field and still feel like my understanding is shaky. Put simply (and over generally) it means that hospices often need to put on events that make them visible to the public and raise money. One such event is Weldmar’s annual Summer Fete, where I was set to volunteer. Held at Weldmar’s hospice house, this traditional English Summer Fete comes complete with carnival-like games, music, and a grassy yard full of stalls selling various items. The atmosphere was completely jovial, my time there even more so. I spent the day chasing after balls from the Coconut Shy game where I was stationed with a new thought populating my consciousness, “This is the exact sort of atmosphere you’d want surrounding a hospice, and exactly where I needed to be.”
It’s difficult for me to put into words what exactly about my time in Dorset and with Weldmar changed my perspective. Certainly it was important for me to give time to time to get through the low. The closest I can come to explaining it is through acknowledging how special it is to be a part of something that is not only believed in by the community, but also believes in the community.
Upon returning to London from Dorset, I felt reinvigorated. I am grateful for this short amount of time in the UK; for all it has afforded me, personally and intellectually. It’s because of experiences like mine here that I am learning to look in the unexpected places. To trust the voice inside me that nudges, “open yourself and this will open to you.”
On Thursday I fly to India where I will be based through late November. Amazingly, I am about a quarter of the way through this year.