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Adjusting to widowhood – and GP life back in the UK

Dr Kate Harding

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It is nearly two years since my family and I touched down in Auckland, New Zealand, ready to embrace our new life as immigrants there.

We had been tempted to leave behind our life in Britain by the promise of beachside living, a better climate, and a more relaxed work environment. My late husband, Richard, had secured a job as a consultant anaesthetist and intensivist at Whangarei hospital, and I had a job to go to in a thriving general practice in the same city, as well as the hope of picking up some hospice work in due course.

What we did not foresee was the complaint made to the GMC about Richard that would throw a grenade into our life when we opened the letter that every doctor dreads on Christmas Day 2015, just as we had packed the last of our belongings into a container bound for New Zealand, sold our house, and notified our children’s school that they would be leaving shortly.

A massive shadow was immediately cast over our lives. Despite the complaint being relatively minor, and despite it being thrown out in due course – as everyone around Richard fully expected it to be – its timing was devastating. It caused us stress for months on end, as we crammed ourselves into holiday accommodation, arranged for our jobs to be returned to us, put our children back into their school. As time dragged on, we decided to forge ahead with our emigration plans, and finally departed on my work visa, with Richard forced to have two months off while his paperwork was processed.

I did not foresee this could happen to our close-knit, happy family

While this sounds great, in many ways – eight weeks of enforced holiday, on Northland’s pristine beaches – the toll it took on Richard was huge. After five months of anxiety, he was now thrust into his new life Down Under with no structure to his day, or colleagues to banter with, or patients to take care of, and with an abundance of time on his hands in which to ruminate.

Eventually, life got easier; Rich started work, we moved into a fabulous rental with landlords who embraced our pets and we met friends who will be in my life forever, such was the warmth with which they welcomed us. We lived on a peninsula with a beach moments away, looking out towards Mount Manaia, with an island which we could walk to at low tide, and a grassy area by the water where we kept kayaks; my husband acquired a fishing boat and friends to teach him how to use it.

But by now Richard had developed the symptoms of depression. He had been ill with it once before, over 20 years earlier. With treatment, his depression lifted, and, for a time, life was great, by the beach. And then his illness returned.

I won’t dwell on the details here, but the long and short of it is, he died. He was ill, the drugs didn’t work this time, he was an anaesthetist with easy access to lethal drugs and he had an impulsive streak.

If I look at his death as a significant event of the sort that we reflect on in clinical practice, then I see how multi-factorial it was: GMC complaint, plus a move across the globe, a new job, the loss of family and close friends, insomnia from a more frequent on-call rota and heightened work-related anxiety as a sequela of the complaint, to name a few.

Added to this I see myself as one of the factors – I did not accurately assess his suicide risk as high. I failed to imagine this particular outcome. I did not foresee that this could happen to our family, our close-knit, happy family, our little unit of four.

And so, we are now a unit of three. We left Richie behind in New Zealand, or at least some of him – his ashes are scattered on three of his beloved Northland beaches.

I have returned to work here in the UK, at the hospice where I worked for five years before we left, and as a GP locum; my kids are back at their old schools.

I have had to remember how to operate EMISweb, Lexacom, Docman; I have had to say farewell to electronic referrals, easy email access to consultants for advice, and, most tragic of all, the little torches that fit inside speculum handles over there. (It was with a sinking heart that I adjusted my first wall-mounted desk lamp at the foot of the examination couch back in this country.)

I have a host of worries constantly accompanying me at all times. My children. My finances. Surviving general practice back in this country in the longer term. My new status as single parent and sole income generator. The loneliness of making every single decision, big or small (and they have mostly been big) by myself.

There was a suicide clause in our New Zealand life insurance policy, newly taken out. I have no choice but to roll up my sleeves and, in Rich’s phrase, ‘crack on’.

Time will tell whether I can do this; I will be honest in this blog, and keep you all posted. I am sick and tired of widowhood already, five months in, but every day I wake up and Richard is still dead, incomprehensibly; the only option is to get out of bed, and get on with life.

Dr Kate Harding is a locum GP and hospice doctor in Herefordshire


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  • Sorry for your loss...

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  • Cobblers

    Kate you were his wife not his doctor. Do not blame yourself.

    Thinking of you and your 'unit'. Keep well.

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  • Try and focus on each day and be compassionate to yourself i.e. all the stuff that you'd intuitively advise a patient in a similar situation to do. You are helping others in your work which is what we all signed up for. Sadly, the job is getting more impossible by the day.

    I know of 2 families directly that have a very similar story.

    Be kind to yourself.

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  • This is one of the most moving articles I have ever read. I have now closed my door, taken my phone off the hook and decided to have a break for 30 minutes.

    I find like pretty intolerable at the moment and can identify strongly with
    Richard's decision. The pressure on us is great and escape is often impossible.
    That sense of feeling totally trapped with no hope of escape is very demoralising.

    I wish you well and assure you that you are not alone.

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  • Dear Kate,

    I wonder if you would be interested in a group to support survivors of doctor suicide. My son, an anaesthesia trainee, killed himself two years ago. I am working with Clare Gerada of the PHP to form such a group. Please contact me at I am also a GP and found return to medical practice difficult as you described in the Observer article the other month. I think of you since I read it. With all best wishes and all my support, Robin

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  • I am sorry for your loss. The toll the GMC has on doctors is very real. I wish you well.

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  • My thoughts are with you and your family. With every best wish for the future,

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  • Truely moving and shocking. Wishing you and your children a happier future.

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  • Clare Gerada is the best thisng ever invented for sick doctors, and the concept of the new group sounds like something we should all support.

    i hope that if you contact it it will provide support.

    All wounds heal eventually, but the scars serve as reminders.

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  • National Hopeless Service

    I’ve spent most of today externally and internally moaning about the stresses of the job. But then I read your article. My life is simple in comparison to all the complexities and unimaginable stresses that you have been through. Holding yourself together and a family together under such circumstances is beyond my understanding. You probably don’t want to be a super-woman or feel like a super-woman but you are.

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