My story
A while ago, our Church Secretary, a reader of The Grieving Jester, asked if I would tell my story at my church and a couple of Sundays ago I did so. I was very nervous, and there had been several questions going around my head: will people really want to hear this stuff? Am I going to bore them or upset them? Is it appropriate? Am I going to be able to do this? But, one of the reasons I started my blog in the first place was to talk about this stuff and get it into the open, so how could I refuse? Well, actually it was fine and I received several appreciative comments afterwards. I did wonder whether I should post it here, it feels quite exposing, but in for a penny… In essence, it’s a summary of all, or most of, what I’ve written over the last three plus years, but also referencing my faith. So, here it is: “For those that don’t know me, I have been coming to Bloomsbury (my church) since I started my nursing training, and I spent the majority of my career working in the field of...