Sometimes in a hospital, silence is a voice, the strangest noise. Reprogrammed with buzzers and beeping machines, noise is etched into our brains as a constant focus. I don’t think that will ever go. I will miss the silence though.

I hadn’t thought I would miss it here, I was so focused on leaving it all behind that I forgot to realise what it was I was walking away from. It was a community, a hum that I was so used to.

I gave it one last try, and this time I thought it was going to work for me but I got slighted. Maybe the boss didn’t like what I was asking for. Maybe she didn’t like that I wanted my cake and to eat it too. I wish I had known what the future was, because now I have two weeks to say goodbye to a place I’ve known for so many years.

I’ve been told to “wait” before making the last decision. My time is running out and I need to let the closure begin. Do I give it one last go?