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Humanities and Dementia Care. Videos for Hummingbird Care Home.

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Humanities and Dementia Care. Videos for Hummingbird Care Home.

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Humanities and Dementia Care. Videos for Hummingbird Care Home.

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Humanities and Dementia Care. Videos for Hummingbird Care Home.

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https://sites.google.com/exeter.ac.uk/lucylee-smithmhlssu/home

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This mask was created to show healthcare professionals what it is like to be a patient in hospital and to experience opioid-induced hallucinations, based on my own experiences. The mask is made of papier-máché and the outer layer uses quotes from a notebook I used to communicate while in hospital. A healthcare professional would wear the mask and look into a mirror with my own medical notes stuck to it, to contrast how a patient is feeling with they would describe their condition.

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I chose the theme humour in medicine. The title of the piece is 'laughter in the face of death'.

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This short story was created to lift the spirits of anyone who has experienced “low mood”, or simply just had a bad day. It includes a “help” page at the end for anyone that may need it.

The book was created with plywood and leather, and was done in a concertina style.

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Heledd Williams - Paediatric Map of the RD&E

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Heledd Williams - Paediatric Map of the RD&E

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The aim of my SSU was to 'Bridge communication gap with paediatric patients'. In an attempt to achieve this, I created a blueprint map of the RD&E hospital with descriptions of various departments through rhyme and limericks.

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An E book to help children understand the current pandemic. Annis Watts

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick

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Live the Questions now: control, connectedness and making conceptual art

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Nature Vs Nurture- What Really Makes Us Sick?

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Live the Questions Now: control, connectedness and making conceptual art

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A day I will never forget - Doctor's perspective (Acrostic poem)

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A day I will never forget - Doctor's perspective (Acrostic poem)

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A pregnant woman rushed into ED. The
Baby was fine but I was worried for her health.
On observation, her cervix was dilated.
Reaching out for answers, she looks to myself.
The foetus will not make term, but
Immediate action is needed,
Or sadly both may die.
Never heard and never heeded.

Realising the mother’s life is not in danger,
I recommend it would be wise to abort.
Greater powers, however, curb my actions.
Hands tied by morals, the threat of tort.
They both died – there was nothing I could do.
Snared my healing hands, directed by court.

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I am a little baby

Safe in my mum’s tummy.

She keeps me warm and safe;

I love my mummy.

She helps me to grow,

With all the food that’s yummy.

She treats me well.

I love my mummy.

I am 17 weeks old today.

I have funny things called toes.

I have big brown eyes,

With a plump little nose.

Mum will make me a princess.

Dad will be my king.

I will take their hands and

Laugh, dance and sing.

I want to eat everything,

Especially ice-cream,

And go down the slide.

Oh, what a dream!

But something is not right,

What is wrong today?

My little soul is drifting.

Oh no, I want to stay.

Are you on a wheelchair, mummy?

This is a weird touch.

Why are you crying?

Don’t you know I love you so much?

I am scared, mummy.

Don’t leave me on my own.

Don’t go asleep, mummy,

I want to go home.

The man is taking me.

Please save me, mummy.

I want to live with you,

With my mummy.

They are pulling my feet,

It is breaking my heart.

Please don’t let them mummy.

They are pulling us apart.

As the light fades,

I feel my mummy’s touch,

I know that, always, always,

She will love me very much.

Forever I shall miss

Being warm in your tummy.

And you will always be

My very special mummy.

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The Girl with the Diamond Smile - Mother's perspective

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The Girl with the Diamond Smile - Mother's perspective

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The pregnancy test shone positive.
I glowed in its code.
I told my husband the news
A new family was on the road.

Excitement began to build
As we were painting the nursery.
Having a baby is the perfect gift
For our wedding anniversary.

All was well until 17 weeks in,
I had back pain with dragging sensation.
My husband rushed me to hospital
Without any hesitation.

A doctor established a dilated cervix,
With bulging membranes,
Confirming an inevitable miscarriage
And explaining my labour pains.

“Nature would take its toll” they said.
Nothing could be done.
I sat with my husband in grief
Our unborn child may be gone.

A scan discovered life,

I heaved a sigh of relief

Maybe there is some hope

And I won’t have this grief.

A glimmer of hope sparked

But the consultant confirmed,

“We cannot save your baby.

It is important this is reaffirmed.”

This news was frightening.

I asked “is there anything I could take”,

To help ease the process and

Reduce distress and heartache.

The consultant denied my request,

“Ireland is Catholic and we’re bound by law,

We cannot terminate a life”.

This cut me like a saw.

A scan discovered life,

I heaved a sigh of relief

Maybe there is some hope

And I won’t have this grief.

A glimmer of hope sparked

But the consultant confirmed,

“We cannot save your baby.

It is important this is reaffirmed.”

This news was frightening.

I asked “is there anything I could take”,

To help ease the process and

Reduce distress and heartache.

The consultant denied my request,

“Ireland is Catholic and we’re bound by law,

We cannot terminate a life”.

This cut me like a saw.

Does the doctor not care,

Or understand my sorrow?

Maybe she has different beliefs and

Will forget me tomorrow.

Why was I being punished,

For a faith I do not follow?

I am a proud Hindu woman,

Having no control was hard to swallow.

My autonomy was diminished.

I felt tossed aside.

The rejected abortion may kill me

And I was terrified.

Losing a baby

Results in ever-lasting pain.

Will my marriage last?

Can we try to carry again?

As I was becoming ill,

My soul began to rise.

I was no longer part of the process,

As I watched from the skies.

Later, the consultant returned with fright.

Abnormal bloods were identified.

It was planned to have a line fitted;

A choice not for me to decide.

Soon, my baby was delivered,

But she was not alive.

The baby that I adored so much,

Sadly, did not survive.

My husband held the

Miscarried baby for a while.

She was her mother’s daughter,

The girl with the diamond smile.

Try as I might,

My body couldn’t recover.

This seems like a tragic end,

For mother and daughter.

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For my SSU, I created three poems which focused on the ethical theories and the ethical issues raised in abortion, specific to the Savita Halappanavar abortion case. Savita Halappanavar, who was 17 weeks pregnant, presented to the hospital with an inevitable miscarriage and she asked for an abortion. The doctor refused this as the foetus did not deem to be putting the mother's life at risk. Unfortunately, the mother later died as a result of septic miscarriage. This took place in the Republic of Ireland in 2012. The three poems delve into the different views of the mother, the foetus and the consultant involved with the case. I apologise that the poems are long but I hope you enjoy reading them.

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The theme I chose was open-minded curiosity and creativity in medicine, using some ideas from cubism

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Challenging the dehumanisation of patients in medicine.

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Clay piece to portray burnout and the role of medical humanities in combatting it.

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2020 has been an odd year. An infection we had never even heard of 6 months ago has turned everything on its head. It seemed a shame that it stole the opportunity to share our work through the MHL conference in June.  This gallery has therefore been set up as a place where you can share your work, if you want, so that the rest of your year group, and the providers and anyone else interested can appreciate your hard work, and be challenged and inspired by your insight.
You can display your work in any way you wish, you can post pictures, or poetry or prose, or anything else you choose. You can use photos or files which were submitted as part of the marking, OR you can display your creative piece in another way.
Please do comment on each other's work, in a way you would like someone to comment on your work, and respect the fact that the original ideas and creative piece remain the property of the original poster.