Last week my sister visited me to talk about the inquest into the death of her husband in National Health Service care.
She said something to me that she had also submitted to the enquiry, and I think is worth repeating: (paraphrased).
“My husband died, maybe as a result of wrong procedures. But I believe that the surgeon involved would be more useful spending his time caring for the living than attending an inquest into the reason for the dead.”
On a personal note, the surgeon involved saved me, just in time, from an aggressive cancer, but failed to save my brother-in-law from a worse one.
I feel deep regret for the death of my brother-in-law, but profound thanks to all involved for my recovery. I cannot but echo my sister’s thoughts.
General Whiskers' semi-historical wanderings 