The Chequered Chair

imageThe Chequered Chair is an approach to giving and receiving feedback in a Nye Bevan Leadership learning set. @qualityjill shares “the actual chair added another dimension to receiving the feedback, uncomfortable with functional support, reflecting immediately on the qualitative data received” , experimental – in need of refinement, hence slightly chequered.image

Reflection on 2015

The year when I thought things couldn’t get worse – then they did, again and again.
With all this came a glorious gift.

2015 commenced with news from my daughter that I did not want to hear.

At the time, I had to remind myself that this was not bad news. The news could have been far worse. She was not ill, and for that I was very grateful.

So that was how we started January.

In February came the news of the sudden death of one of my sons best friends. 21 years young. Unfortunately the tree and that bend again. Horrible news. I think of his family often and I know my son misses him.

I say ‘that bend again’ , as this is the same spot that my daughter also left the road, the car in which she was a passenger rolled off the road a couple of years earlier. I was altered to the incident when my daughter called me, I couldn’t understand what she was saying, she sounded slurry and confused, all became clear when the ambulance man came on the phone and said “don’t worry Mrs Beech the air ambulance is on it’s way” . In February 2015 it became painfully clear to me, understanding just how lucky this excursion had been for my family.

The year continued.

My nephew had a new son to add to his family, Baby Ronnie. The family was overjoyed with the new addition. Baby Ronnie was loved. Baby Ronnie died after just one week at home. He did fight on for a few days in hospital. Unfortunately for my brother and his wife they could not get a flight back from the other side of the world in time to comfort their son or see their grandson alive. I can imagine their despair. I never want to experience it.

The funeral brought our family out in their finest respectful attire. Very sad. But not unfortunately the end of this story.

Only a couple of months later my nephews world was shattered again when his wife left him to be with a man he had considered a friend. This special relationship had apparently been blossoming before Baby Ronnie came along, and then left.

The loss of a son , and a wife who he loved rocked my nephew to his core. My poor nephew.

So, as you can appreciate I was beginning to feel that 2015 would be the year, the one that would push me beyond any place I had been before.

The news that took us into the year was now fast becoming a reality.

My daughter, now 19, and her partner had moved into her new home, bank of granddad and dad came up trumps for the deposit, tedious rounds of communications eventually saw them settled just a month before the new addition was due.

I must admit I was becoming worried as the day got closer. I was thinking of those parents that had lost their most precious pieces of their hearts.

I was with my daughter when he waters broke at home. Oh my goodness what a mess. The more we laughed the worse the mess. I was pleased that I was with her.

Along with her partner, I was her other birth partner ! Me ! Trying to be calm but in my head praying that nothing would go wrong.

Epidural was requested, but didn’t come. So eventually after a very very tight and painful squeeze out popped the new grandson. I held my breath. He was breathing and responding. Phew, I think my shoulders dropped with relief. He was here and he was ok.

My daughter had done so well on only gas an air she had clearly had a tough time. The baby was a good size.

But then it happened, the moment I had been dreading, blood started to flow out of my daughter. Lots of it. I was asked to pull the emergency lever, and the room was full with a whole team of people working on my daughter.  Theatre was mentioned.

I am so grateful for the team of NHS professionals that kept my daughter safe. To them this was a haemorrhage, they knew what to do and did it, immediately. No need for theatre. No theatricals, just fast appropriate care.

My daughter is fast becoming a super little mom.

My grandson has shown me what pure joy is. An unexpected gift to be cherished.

Would I go through another year like 2015 ? I know at some stage I will face years that I will be pleased to see end. All I can do when these times come is dig deep, hold on, and count my blessings for I am a very lucky granny.

Welcome Kai

Welcome Kai

 

The Formula For Happiness

The mathematics of happiness measured through experience . Make someones day.

@qualityjill

How do you let Twitter into your life ?

When possible I spend Saturday and Sunday breakfast drinking a quality cup of coffee, no need for instant, the weekend is a time to open my mind to twitter. Time to savour.
This weekends blend was kindly brought back from Jamaica by a work colleague and good friend @YmbroBrown. An unexpected surprise, the formula for happiness , thank you.

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As I drink I let the twitter content pervade, reading random tweets that take me down various paths, and before I know it they are starting to blend.
Sparking ideas.
I have a theme.
This can sometime steer my day, my mood, or I will build it into an idea for action the following week.
I open my mind, and allow new connections and relationships to emerge.
Often the call to action from the previous week follows through morphing into a new…

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The Formula For Happiness

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How do you let Twitter into your life ?

When possible I spend Saturday and Sunday breakfast drinking a quality cup of coffee, no need for instant, the weekend is a time to open my mind to twitter. Time to savour.
This weekends blend was kindly brought back from Jamaica by a work colleague and good friend @YmbroBrown. An unexpected surprise, the formula for happiness , thank you.

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As I drink I let the twitter content pervade, reading random tweets that take me down various paths, and before I know it they are starting to blend.
Sparking ideas.
I have a theme.
This can sometime steer my day, my mood, or I will build it into an idea for action the following week.
I open my mind, and allow new connections and relationships to emerge.
Often the call to action from the previous week follows through morphing into a new idea.

This week @CarolLRead and I had been working out loud, #WOLweek. Courtesy of @ThisMuchWeKnow.

The aim was to reach out, let others know what our focus was and to ask for their help, insight and tips to avoid. So the two of us focused on Social Media in Healthcare and improving staff engagement.
We both made valuable new connections, helped each other open lines of inquiry and felt we had achieved something tangible within the week.

But then I do believe this is what Twitter allows us to do all the time. I guess the difference with #WOLweek was to push the pace a little, to press for rapid improvement, to force things a little.
To inject a little fuel into our tanks when we were in need of stimulation. Caffeine is not always the answer.

Importantly also to reflect on what we had done and why. Which made me think , perhaps on reflection, what #WOLweek gave us , was mojo !

Where will this Twitter headspace take me on my journey next.
Following on from last weekends Time to Stand and Stare , https://qualityjill.wordpress.com/2014/08/10/no-time-to-stand-and-stare/

This weekend somewhere most unexpected. Maths and experience.

The Guardian’s tweet around a mathematical model for happiness led me to think this is one potential avenue to improve patient experience. @ianjacobs and @betabetic also spotted the Guardian’s theory and agreed.

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So the aim this week is to surprise people, to do something unexpected that will, in a mathematical way, create at the very least a directly proportional increase in their happiness and maybe even an exponential rise.

This does link in with our organisation objectives very nicely, safe, clinically effective care, leading to a great experience. Happy people are productive and purposeful in their work but more importantly for me, this sits with my values, this in my view is the very basis of the NHS.
Healthcare delivered for the people, by the people.

I revisit “Talking the Walk” , you do have to mean it. You must believe and be authentic, if you can’t be then perhaps you are in the wrong job.

Therefore there will be no faked acts of random surprise this week. It is something I do, but maybe not as often as I would like to. I give myself permission to take a little time out this week to do something unexpected.

E = MC2 ( can’t make my 2 move on this iPad ! ) , where
E = experience ,
M = me
C = see what happens
2 = minimum number of people required

I’m sure Einstein wouldn’t mind, Experience can be measured, an emotional reaction or response is energy after all.

Join me ?

 

No Time to stand and stare !

Sunday , just read a stunning blog http://janinebsblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/10/smell-the-mountain/ , twitter often does this to me.
I read a blog in the morning and it sticks with me and influences my thoughts for the day.

Janine’s blog led me to once again read “Leisure” a poem by Welsh poet W. H. Davies, appearing originally in his Songs Of Joy and Others, published in 1911.

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This then took me back to a thought that popped into my head this week.

I drive down the M1 from Northampton to Milton Keynes to work each day there is now a new wind farm in the eye line.
It appears to sit in the fields, waiting.
But this week I drive by, I notice the steady slow rotation of the blades.

It’s this slow movement that strikes me, like the hands on a death clock, time is passing by and running out.

Each day, my journey now is a reminder.
The wind of mortality.

The wind of change, previously invisible, now reflected in the steady rotation of the turbines that stand and stare. They have the time.

Take the advice of Janine, take a moment to smell the mountain, while you still can.

Stand and stare

Stand and stare

Grand Depart – Dennis’ Bike

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First the Grand Depart – Time To Say Goodbye , pays tribute to a special man that  although he is not with us, does not want to miss this Tour of Yorkshire.

https://qualityjill.wordpress.com/2014/07/03/grand-depart-time-to-say-goodbye/

And next a startling update, Dennis does not intend to miss this tour !

 

The story starts in 1968 , a 10 year old boy and his uncle (Dennis) go to Mercian Cycles in Derby to order a new bike frame Dennis is measured and the extras and colour chosen, the order taken, the memories are a bit hazy but I seem to remember that the bike was next seen in the “shed” at Dennis’ house, about 6 weeks later complete with all its necessary running gear, the shed was a shrine to all things cycling however I remember that the new Mercian took pride of place.

Then sadly we jump to the untimely death of the dear uncle , and the Mercian is passed to the boy whom by now has grown up and still cycling.

So the grown up boy rides the Mercian every time that work and family commitments allow and each time has the feeling (especially on long hills with a head wind) that he’s not cycling alone.

An opportunity occurs to do a charity event cycling related and the grown up boy and a friend decide to ride coast to coast Blackpool to Skegness overnight!, so they leave Blackpool on a fine June evening in the early nineties and set off for Skegness 183 miles away.

After 30 or so miles the heavens open and the rain falls constantly, then all the way through Lancashire until we reach the hills, where we have to negotiate the Snake pass then the wind starts as well, we make the summit, still dark, drenched and cold then the descent. Anyone who knows the Snake pass knows how dangerous this road can be in daylight never mind pitch darkness and persistent rain! Never the less we make it safely.
15 hours later on a steel bike that only has 6 gears we arrive in Skegness, I think that the sum we raised that day was around £300.

The grown up boy then does a bit less cycling due to work commitments and having to travel the world , so the Mercian is, to my shame left languishing in a warm dry loft but ultimately unused,

Grown up boy and his family move house and the new house is a bit smaller than the old, relatives are asked to store “stuff” until new storage is arranged , grown up boy after a few years both has a bit more time and more inclination to get back on the bike, but where is it? After futile checking with the relatives about the bikes whereabouts it soon becomes clear that no one knows!, after much head scratching the only conclusion is that it’s still in the loft in the old house !

The grown up boy writes a letter to the new owner of the old house and asks if she would be so kind as to check if there is an old bike in the loft of her house and if there is if we can come to an arrangement to get it back, a few days later the lady calls to say yes she has it and will let him collect it , what an absolute star!

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So returned to the grown up boy he has it stripped and re painted (red bike in photo) buys all new equipment and rides it again, always with the warm feeling he’s not alone.

Then disaster, 2 years ago grown up boy’s shed is broken into and the beloved Mercian and another more expensive bike are stolen! After contacting the Police they say they will keep an eye out but don’t hold out much hope.
Grown up boy then embarks on a quest to get back the Mercian (the other more expensive bike replaced by insurance) so he checks out all the on line auction sites every day, until eureka! March 2014 this year the Mercian appears for sale!
After intervention by the Police and negotiation with the insurance the Mercian is returned to the rightful owner, battered but not broken once again the old Mercian is re finished and re built with the best parts affordable (white bike in photo awaiting saddle) and Today 04/07/2014 will be ridden for the first time in 2 Years! my own little tour stage.

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Sounds sentimental I know but there it is.

Just a brief history of an old bike that won’t go away, a much loved Uncle who unfortunately did and the legacy for the 56 year old grown up boy who will always cycle and has a tangible beloved connection to the past.

Dean Simmons (Grown up boy) a couple of photos included, (of the bike not the Grown up boy, ha!)

Brother of @qualityjill

The Tandem

The Tandem

Grand Depart – Time to say goodbye

Will add photo of Uncle Dennis by the weekend.

@qualityjill

A couple of months ago I made a startling declaration to the household.
“I am going to write a book” , this received a mixed response.
So there it was, the statement of intent was made.
Soon realising that publishing said book could not be achieved in the timescale I had set myself I had a rethink, I would write a blog , from a woman that had never written a blog there was lots that needed to be done.
Still a clunky blogger, this has to be posted this weekend.

This is the significant moment.

In answer to the question “what about ?” it was obvious to me , Jenkin Road , it was a sign , this hill, this race, the timing was too significant to overlook.

Jenkin Road Jenkin Road

Let me explain.
My dad crashed the car on Jenkin when coming to collect me from Sheffield Poly on…

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Grand Depart – Time to say goodbye

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A couple of months ago I made a startling declaration to the household.
“I am going to write a book” , this received a mixed response.
So there it was, the statement of intent was made.
Soon realising that publishing said book could not be achieved in the timescale I had set myself I had a rethink, I would write a blog , from a woman that had never written a blog there was lots that needed to be done.
Still a clunky blogger, this has to be posted this weekend.

This is the significant moment.

In answer to the question “what about ?” it was obvious to me , Jenkin Road , it was a sign , this hill, this race, the timing was too significant to overlook.

Let me explain.

 

imageMy dad crashed the car on Jenkin when coming to collect me from Sheffield Poly on an icy night. Sliding across the road and getting stuck on those railings. It was a yellow Cortina, from a distance as he approached it looked like he had painted the wing black, I soon realised the wing was missing.

My sister –in-law after passing her driving test, missed her gear and started rolling backwards down Jenkin hill, I was in the car, a yellow Talbot Samba. That had been my car.

My Uncle Dennis cycled up Jenkin every night after work. He was a keen cyclist.

In 1956 D Wilson of Sheffield Highgate cycling club won the Monsal Hill climb in 1 minute 29.8 seconds. He was a good cyclist. My Uncle Dennis Wilson.

 

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Stage 2 of Le Tour de France TDF will see a climb up Jenkin towards the end of the stage, this will be an opportunity for the climbers to take the yellow jersey.

At its toughest point the gradient on Jenkin is 30%
My late great Uncle Dennis died 30 years ago at the age of 57.
30 years ago I left Sheffield to work at Milton Keynes hospital.
Milton Keynes hospital is 30 years old this year.
30 years ago my Uncle died.

I never got the opportunity to say good bye. I wasn’t told that he had passed away until after the funeral.

The start of the TDF is referred to as the Grand Depart.
The loss of my Uncle was a grand departure.

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These facts, coincidences, imagery and the timings mean it is my time to say goodbye to my Uncle that played a huge part in my life. I miss him dearly and think of him often.

If I was in any doubt, a work colleague tweeted a stunning shot of a bright yellow bird, with a black cap, I commented that this looked like the Maillot Jaune , the name of the bird , The Wilson’s Warbler !

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Time to say goodbye.

For the Uncle that I spent many weekend hiking with, getting stuck in a swamp at Fox house, convinced we would be lost forever in the fog on Kinder Scout . Thank you.

For the Uncle that introduced me to the Goons, Monty Python and Spike Milligan’s poetry , thank you.
For the Uncle that took me to see my first Shakespeare play, The Comedy of Errors, my first concert Barbara Dickson at the Crucible and gave me my first play to read An Enemy of the People , by Henrik Iibsen, thank you.

For the Uncle that taught me to appreciate photography, gave me my first camera and then showed me how to develop the black and white photographs ourselves, thank you.
For my Uncle that passed on his passion for cycling, he would have loved to have seen the tour ride up the hill that he had rode everyday I will be standing on Jenkin , for stage 2 , I intend to raise a glass to my Uncle Dennis who gave me the greatest gift, he gave me his time.
Thank you.

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Creating a Biome for Biomedical Scientists

A little reformat , hope this works !

@qualityjill

Eden Project Biomes Eden Project Biomes

Creating A Biome for Biomedical Scientists.

I was proud to be challenged by Jill Rodney, CEO of the Institute of Biomedical Science, to write a brief piece on ‘growing our own trainees’ at Milton Keynes (MK) after appointing 5 trainee Biomedical Scientists across pathology in 2013.

I contemplated a title for a while, searching for a sign, and decided a blog post would also be a personal development opportunity.

A recent visit to the Eden Project gave me the inspiration I was looking for.

What we have been doing at MK is creating an environment in which our people flourish and thrive, a training community. It takes time to create the right balance and skill mix to tend and unite our people within our ecosystem. Our Biome for Biomedical Scientists is defined by its structure, the different skill mix within it and, importantly, the culture and values…

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