I’m from a family of nurses.
Great auntie Evelyn nursed in London during WW2.
Great Auntie Jean was a “Call The Midwife” helping women birth at home, day and night, in 1950’s Greenock in Scotland.
Three of dads’ sisters were nurses and my own mum a district nurse. Watching her leave home of a morning in navy uniform dress, hat and coat, big blue nylon bag over her shoulder full of mysterious dressings and paraphernalia, I knew I wanted to keep up the family tradition.
