My aunt

She's just an old chinese lady. Well, technically she is 3/4 chinese, 1/8 African, 1/8 Scottish.

She didn't want an arranged marriage at 14.

She moved out on her own.

It wasn't easy.

Now she is old.

Trapped in her house, Lonely. Scared. Her fingers are curling, rheumatoid arthritis.

Last year around this time she fell down.

She was on the floor for four hours.

And .......... I realised, I am her. Very similiar.

Ironically, doing the same job, in the same institution.

Separated by 55 years.

And as I look at my future.

I ....  I ... I

....... there is no alternative !#@

Now, UWI, won't even let me do the prerequisites to be a candidate for occupational therapy.

Sociology... Emile Durkheim... Suicide.   Data from 1850.

There is wisdom in knowing when to give up.

But first I need to convince a few others to pursue the courses I dare attempt to make the argument, that a person trained to deal with the whole person, might be a necessary skill set in the health care sector.