A Life of Compassion – the Story of “Asha”

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By Marian Scena, MMM – Faraja Centre, Singida

In Singida, Tanzania, we first met Asha in February 2017 when our palliative care volunteer found her and asked us to see her. Asha had been diagnosed with cancer of the cervix in April 2016 and was advised to go to a specialist hospital, an Ocean Road Cancer Institute in Dar es Salaam. She had no money and didn’t go. In January 2016, her husband, who was a night security guard, had been killed by robbers while he was at work. They had received no compensation for his death. Asha was struggling to keep the family together and put her four older children through school. The youngest boy was only three years old. She said that, before her husband’s death, they had managed to pay school fees and daily expenses but since his death she had tried making mandazi “local donuts” and selling them. Once she became ill, she had no energy to work, and she was very anxious about how her children were going to stay in school and be fed! Her own family lived in a country village and didn’t realize Asha was ill.

Asha was examined and found to be very anemic from blood loss. Even being examined she got very dizzy and fell over. Ordinarily, we do not recommend giving blood to patients with terminal conditions because it prolongs dying and the quality of life can be worse. But, on further questioning we learned that no one in her family even knew that she was ill! So, Asha was referred to the local Regional Hospital and had two units of blood. During that time, her mother, sister and two brothers came to visit her. They were carefully informed about Asha’s condition, the poor outlook, and the plight of her children who would soon be orphaned! They rallied and her mother stayed with her and cared for Asha at home until her death. It was decided to inform the two older children, who were in secondary school, of the diagnosis because their help was needed as there were going to be changes occurring in their lives. 

Asha started on oral morphine solution (OMS) and her severe pain was controlled after a day. She was discharged home where her mother cared for her and prepared meals for the children with the help of the older girls. Palliative care involves the medical, psychological, spiritual and social aspects of a patient’s life.

Our PC Team visited Asha 42 times before she died. These visits involved bringing her morphine and other medications that she needed, providing food at one stage as there was NO FOOD in the house, encouraging her and listening to her anxieties and trying to make preparations with her family about who would care for the children. She didn’t want the family to be split up and we searched for a way to carry this out.

“Compassion”, an NGO that helps children, was contacted about providing food. Faraja’s Social Worker was able to promise that school fees and uniforms would be covered. Her PC Volunteer agreed to take the 7-year-old child to her home and raise her. Asha’s younger brother said he would keep an eye on the three older children in a rented room. Asha’s mother decided she would need to take the small boy to her home.

FHPCP cared for Asha for four months providing medications, trying to prepare the family for her imminent departure, and supporting her mother and the children and counselling them.

Asha died on 3 July 2017. Her burial was at her mother’s home in the country, and we saw off the funeral procession which, in the last-minute preparations, they almost forgot to take two of the children from Singida until we prevailed upon them! Since then, the two older girls have stayed in a room with a local family but lack of supervision of them is worrying. We fear that there is a risk of them being trafficked as money is always short. Their uncle is paying the rent and brings them food. The small boy has gone to live with the grandmother who is poor but has a small subsistence farm. The oldest boy is 19 and is living with an aunt in another village and continues his last year in secondary school. 

This story illustrates the complexity of human lives and that hospice and palliative care are not just about giving medications and visiting. This family still faces many challenges that our PC Team and Faraja Social Worker are trying to meet!



By Keresifon Ekanem, MMM

Mary Martin Hospital is a Medical Missionaries of Mary (MMM) Facility located in Uselu, Benin City, Edo State in Nigeria. I arrived there in September 2023. It was a new community and ministry in its evolving stage then, few sisters and few staff. When I arrived, I understood that it was going to be a multifaceted mission. I was handed over the office of the Hospital coordinator and the mission commenced almost immediately. I had barely arrived when we had an emergency in the Hospital. We were two Sisters only in the community that day, the other sister was not medically inclined but was helpful as she had ideas on basic things she could help out with and we pulled through. 

Being a Nurse/Midwife and Sonographer, I also worked in all the other units of the Facility as the need arose; being involved in all these activities widened my knowledge and I am grateful for the additional skills – administrative, pharmacy, cashier, consultation and laboratory. I had a deep sense of satisfaction being with patients; some of them shared their stories with so much openness and trust and at the end, it would be evident that not all sicknesses required medications. Some of them just needed someone to talk to and to be listened to patiently and with understanding, which gave them so much relief after they shared their concerns. 

Meanwhile, medications and presence alone did not suffice in all cases and therefore, incorporating Capacitar (a self-healing technique) into our services was a good initiative. Among others, I had a young person who suffered from severe sleeplessness due to anxiety and fear which did not improve with a series of treatment but ameliorated with Capacitar. When he walked into the consulting room, his fear and anxiety was so obvious. However, when I noticed his state, I engaged him in some conversations and he shared his concerns. I taught him a simple finger-hold technique for fear and anxiety. He went home and continued with it and over a short period of time, he came back and acknowledged that he felt more peaceful and was able to sleep and concentrate on his business; he was happy with the result. 

Sr. Elizabeth Ogar at the Antenatal Clinic, Uselu

It was a Mission of establishing relationships with other healthcare workers in the neighbourhood for collaboration, positive presence to and holistic care for those who availed of our services as well as in our Chaplaincy, capacity building for staff by teaching them liquid soap and jik making skills and Capacitar. I feel fulfilled by my contribution in the Mission and I am thankful to God for what He accomplished through me!



MMM, Nairobi, Kenya

In MMM Mukuru Health Program, every day begins with uncertainty — who will walk through our doors, what needs will arise, what challenges we will face. Yet, in the middle of the unpredictability, we continue to discover God’s gentle presence in small but powerful ways. Starting the day praying together helps to keep us in tune with our mission of healing.

MMM Mukuru staff gathered in morning prayer before beginning their day of service.

A patient may come in distressed, tired, or in pain. Often, it is not just the sickness that weighs them down, but also the weight of life’s struggles. As soon as a nurse takes their hand to record a pulse or a temperature, you can almost see a shift — a reminder that they are not alone, that someone cares enough to listen. In that simple gesture, God is present. In the Maternal and Child Health (MCH) clinic, I watch mothers cradle newborns with a mix of relief and joy. These babies represent more than life — they symbolize hope. Each safe birth is a story of resilience and grace, made possible by the dedication of our staff, the trust of the community, and the generosity of our supporters. Beyond the clinic walls, our community health Promoters continue to inspire me. Walking through the narrow alleys of Mukuru, they carry not just medicines and messages of prevention, but also compassion. They remind families that they are seen and valued. The increase in the number of community members seeking treatment in the facility speaks of their effort. A Community Health Promoter with a TB Client who was discovered in the community and is being welcomed in the facility for her treatment. These encounters are a reminder that the MMM mission is not only about medicine and health services — it is about being signs of God’s love in difficult places.

In Mukuru, though challenges remain, every smile, every recovery, every word of gratitude reminds us that God is truly present among us — and that with the continued kindness of our donors and friends worldwide, hope will keep growing in Mukuru.”

A mother at the MCH clinic with her child
Welcoming a TB client into the facility

MMM Brazil

The 16th of September 2025 was a memorable day for the Medical Missionaries of Mary in Brazil. MMM was remembered as those who selflessly served and joined resources with the local people to work towards socio-economic, political and spiritual growth.

Capim Grosso town is one of the municipalities located 265km away from the capital city of Bahia State, Salvador and has approximately 34.000 people. The town is located in central west region of Bahia state with a semi-arid climate. The people of Capim Grosso are resilient, welcoming and joyful.

MMM lived and worked in Capim Grosso for 27 years. Throughout these years, more than 15 MMM sisters from different nationalities worked with people. The sisters engaged in different pastoral and social activities. In the first years of the insertion process, the parish had no priest and the Sisters with the laity carried out the pastoral activities.

After a few years the Jesuit priests arrived in the parish and continued strengthening the parish administration and joined MMM and laity to work towards socio-economic, political and spiritual development. The group that most benefited from the initiatives and projects were the women, children, youth and elderly.

Sr. Jean Clare Eason joined the MMM community in Capim Grosso in 2000, her missionary zeal was expressed in her joyful presence and closeness to the people. Her main passion was the empowerment of women. She joined the Movimento de Mulheres Trablhadoras Rurais. This movement promoted human rights, creating awareness of the dignity of women. Portuguese not being Jean’s first language was not an obstacle in her engagement with the people she interacted with. For example: in the nursery school she interacted with the children with a playful and childlike inner freedom.

In 2015, after a short illness which she faced with courage and faith, Sr. Jean died peacefully. In 2025, the Jesuits and people of Capim Grosso wished to honour the MMM legacy. They reopened and named a pastoral Centre as Centro de Terapias Integrativas Ir. Jane Eason, MMM.

The Centre inauguration day was a memorable celebration for people of Capim Grosso whom she loved and served dearly. The centre offers complementary therapies, thus continuing the healing mission of MMM. The people honoured the legacy and initiatives of MMM sharing about the Sisters’ giftedness.

They brought up memories saying: “The presence of MMM in Capim Grosso was very important in my life. I learnt so much with the sisters on how to help people in their need. Sr Jean’s company brought about peace and joy. Indeed, it was wonderful to serve people with each Sister”
(Sueli Cardoso).

Every year, the MMM Communications Department hosts a Christmas Crafts Fair. This is an opportunity for local small craft businesses to meet with the community and share their creativity. It is also an event through which we raise funds for the neediest missions.

The money raised this year is going to our primary health care project in Fuka, Northern Nigeria. Please pray for them all there, it is close to where the 200 children were kidnapped recently. The Sisters work in a very unsafe environment, presently, but are grateful to their local community who protect the Health Centre, even when the Sisters are away.

A few days before the 22nd of November, the weather had been very cold and frosty. But on the day of the fair, we woke up to a bright, clear morning. Of course, it was still cold, but not as biting as the previous days.

It was a fun day, filled with festive cheer. The atmosphere was alive with Christmas spirit, and the hall was filled with beautiful handmade crafts — ornaments, toys, cards, and more. People came from near and far to support the fair, enjoying the creativity and warmth of the community.

One of the stall owners, attending for the first time, expressed how much they appreciated the atmosphere, saying the vibe was “on point.”

Throughout the day, Sisters, AMMMs and volunteers helped with hospitality, guiding visitors, and keeping the space vibrant and organised.

The MMM Christmas Craft Fair in Drogheda was a great success!! This was due to the many volunteers who, knitted, crocheted, made handmade cards, made candles and glassware, and who turned up on the day to support us. A big thank you from MMM to everyone. We are already looking forward to next year’s fair in the spring.

 

Sometimes, the smallest acts of kindness reach the most unexpected places and become part of something much greater than we imagined.

Recently, we were privileged to meet some of our valued supporters whose generosity continues to sustain our ministries and enable us to transform many lives. Among them were the Apostolic Workers of the Archdiocese of Armagh, whose faithful support has long been a source of encouragement and hope. Through their kindness, we received thoughtful gifts for the mission – children’s sweaters, some financial assistance, and sacramental material. Of particular note were the 46 sweaters entrusted to me for distribution across our various ministries engaged in child welfare in West Africa Area. Yet, as events unfolded, Providence revealed another purpose for these gifts – one that highlighted both the extraordinary resilience of women in crisis and the far-reaching compassion of our brothers and sisters in Armagh Archdiocese.

On 11th August 2025, during a journey from Benue State to Abuja, Nigeria, we were stopped at Yelewata community. The road ahead had been blocked – not by anger alone, but by courage. Women, many carrying babies in their arms and youth of the community sat across the expressway, refusing to move. Fresh corpses of their husbands lay at the road side, covered with palm leaves. Only hours earlier, precisely at 6am on that day, their village had once again come under attack by bandits. This came just weeks after the June 2025 raid that claimed over 200 lives – mostly children – while they slept. Despite the presence of security forces, no help had come.

In their grief, the women took a stand that day. Their silent blockade was an act of defiance and dignity, declaring: “We may be broken, but we will not be ignored.” It was a cry for justice, a demand for protection and a sign of the unyielding spirit of mothers who will do anything to safeguard life. Their message that day was simple and clear, they wanted the State Governor to withdraw the Army, Police and any other security personnel stationed in their community since they were not offering the needed security for their children. At this stage the Commissioner of Police had arrived to negotiate with the community leaders and possibly persuade the women to undo the blockade. Meanwhile, all vehicles on the road that day, stood still for hours.

Not far from the road lay an IDP camp – home to families displaced by the June attack. The sight of the camp from where I was standing beside our car, was heart-wrenching – Most shelters were open and unsuitable for children, especially newborns. I imagined their experiences and the struggle to stay warm at night. At that moment, my thoughts went to the 46 sweaters from the Apostolic Workers in Armagh – a new purpose has been found for them! Instead of distributing them across different projects as earlier planned, they were redirected to Yelewata – to wrap warmth around babies and children who had lost nearly everything. What seemed like a simple gift became a lifeline – soft threads of love linking the compassion of Armagh to the courage of Yelewata’s women.

When the sweaters were handed out, the relief and joy were beyond words. Mothers smiled through tears, whispering prayers of thanks for people they had never met. In that moment, the generous hands of the Apostolic Workers reached across continents to touch lives in the most tangible way – reminding us all that hope is born when compassion meets courage.
Yelewata, a farming community of the Tiv people, stands today as a testament to endurance. Their homes may be gone, but their spirit endures. Their women have shown the world what steadfast faith and unity look like. And through the Apostolic Workers of Armagh – whose quiet generosity continues to echo in distant lands – these families have felt the embrace of a global community that refuses to forget them.
From my heart, and on behalf of the families of Yelewata, I extend deepest gratitude to the Apostolic Workers in Armagh. Your love became a sign of God’s tenderness – turning threads of wool into threads of hope. Thank you!

Annoymous
Photos of the IDP camps not captured due to security concerns.

The Mary Martin Hospital in Uselu, Ugbowo, Benin City, Nigeria, is a vibrant healthcare facility managed by MMM. Since its establishment in 2021, the hospital has evolved from a Wholeness and Wellness Centre to a Medical Clinic and now stands as a fully operational hospital.

Each transformation tells a unique story of growth and resilience. Yet in all these, we give God the glory for sustaining this Facility and for bringing it to what it is today. We are also grateful to donors and every group and individual who have been supportive of us to make the Facility what it is today.

Strategically situated near the University of Benin and the University of Benin Teaching Hospital (UBTH), the hospital is surrounded by a network of healthcare establishments, diagnostic centres, pharmacies, and laboratories. The hospital is committed to addressing the pressing health needs of the Uselu community by offering preventive, curative, and restorative care that is both accessible and affordable.
Its wide range of services includes:

Recent grants from funding agencies have helped us equip our Theatre and purchase a new ultrasound scan machine. Equipping our Theatre has brought hope and consolation to many. A typical example is a woman who presented with a Diabetic leg Ulcer which had eaten deep into her leg, and she feared amputation because that seemed like the last hope, considering the state of the damage that the ulcer caused. If she were to present at a Teaching Hospital, amputation would have been the option, but at Mary Martin Hospital, the wound was dressed for a while, and thanks to Hilton Funds, who equipped our Theatre, we were able to do a plastic surgery (skin grafting) for her. The wound healed, and she was discharged home.

Another grant helped update the machines in the Laboratory, leading to faster tests and investigations.

More so, our services as mentioned above are now being widely accessible through our sensitisation and medical outreach programs, through which we bring affordable health services to people’s doorsteps. No one is turned down as we are committed to bringing Christ’s healing to everyone. Many people still come to us seeking health services without any means to pay for the services, sometimes we feel overwhelmed because we desire to serve them, but the funding is very limited. In our outreach services this year so far, we have brought health care to more than one thousand five hundred (1,500) people in their own area. Our services are exceptional as we provide one-on-one and person-centred care to every person who comes to us. Our compassionate approach, kind care, gentle and healing touch and warm presence to patients have singled us out among other health facilities around us and have improved patient’ turnover.

Our plans include an eye clinic. We would very much like to incorporate it into our services, but we are incapacitated by a lack of funds. However, like our Foundress, Mother Mary Martin, we believe that “If God wants the work, He will show the way.”

In the light of this, we register our sincere gratitude to MMM leadership and our Donors, all who have been and are still there supporting us to bring healing to the people. May God bless you abundantly. Amen.

Our Sisters in Fuka, Northern Nigeria tell us about a recent flood. Among the many who lost their lives were a local priest, Fr. James Omeh, and a candidate preparing to join MMM, Charity John.

It was past midnight when the sound of thunder broke the stillness of Mokwa’s sky. For hours, the rain had pelted the tin roofs relentlessly. Then suddenly, the waters came—not the trickle of a seasonal flood, but a roaring deluge. By dawn, the entire town was submerged.

The floods that devastated Mokwa and its surrounding communities in Niger State on 28th and 29th May 2025 are still fresh in our hearts.  Homes disappeared under water. Fields were reduced to brown lakes. Children cried for mothers who could not answer. And those who survived now walk among ruins, searching not just for belongings, but for pieces of their lives.

Over 200 people lost their lives. At least 500 are still missing, likely swept away in the midnight chaos. Survivors tell haunting stories. One man, eyes hollow from grief, recounted, “I watched helplessly as the flood washed away my wife and our newborn baby,” Another family lost nine members in a single night.

As we reflect on this tragedy, the song “Water No Get Enemy” comes to mind. According to the musician Fela Kuti, whether you are a child or an elder, once water touches your hand, you must not throw it away…. Indeed, water has no enemy. It gives life, feeds our crops, and cleanses our bodies. But this time, it betrayed us. Or did we betray it first?  What are the implications?  Where do we begin to count the costs, our loss and our pains?

The Human Cost
In just hours, over 3,000 homes and another 265 homes were damaged and destroyed beyond repair. Bridges collapsed, roads washed away, and entire villages, especially low-lying farming communities along the River Kaduna were erased.  People now sleep in temporary shelters with little food, no clean water, and fading hope.  More than 1,000 people were injured, and 3,000 were displaced, according to emergency agencies.  Markets are shut.  Schools have become camps. The once-bustling heart of Mokwa now beats slowly, burdened by loss.

Why Did This Happen?
Experts had long warned about the region’s vulnerability.  Climate change has brought more intense and unpredictable rains.  Deforestation, poor drainage, and unregulated building along floodplains left the region defenceless.  Months before the disaster, Nigeria’s hydrological services warned of imminent floods in this region.  But, as is too often the case, warnings echoed into silence. The response came late, and when it did, it was too little.

Healing Begins
In the days following the disaster, the Federal Government released money, food supplies, and emergency tents.  Senator Sani Musa donated ₦50 million and food items.  Relief agencies, including the Red Cross, WHO, and NEMA, responded swiftly, yet the needs on the ground still far outweigh the resources.  Faith communities, too, have risen to the challenge.  Churches opened their doors. Sisters in surrounding communities provided trauma counselling and food parcels. As always, in tragedy the Church stands as both shelter and voice.

Faith, Flood, and the Future
The flooding in Mokwa is not just a natural disaster. It is a wake-up call. It challenges us to rethink our relationship with the earth and with one another.  Our faith teaches stewardship, yet our forests are gone, our rivers are choked, and our systems are broken.  As the waters recede, we are left with more than mud and memories.  We are left with questions. How can we better prepare?  Where is our early warning system?  Who speaks for the vulnerable, the voiceless, and the forgotten?

Water Still Has No Enemy
Fela Kuti was right, “water, no get enemy.”  It is not the enemy, but our neglect of planning, our refusal to heed ecological warnings, and our short-term politics.  The people of Mokwa need more than sympathy.  They need action: sustainable housing, climate education, reforestation, and stronger local governance.  As a Church, as a people, and as a nation, we must do more.  Let us not wait for the next flood. Let us build for the future on higher ground, with deeper compassion, and a stronger sense of responsibility.

One of the key principles in hospice and palliative care is: “We cannot do EVERYTHING for the patient, but we can always do SOMETHING!”

In September 2018, while caring for a man with terminal prostate cancer in our MMM Faraja Hospice and Palliative Care Programme, Singida, Tanzania,  his family informed us about a neighbour who had been bedridden for a long time. They were unsure of what was wrong with her but believed she needed help. After confirming with the woman, they told us, “Yes, she would appreciate it if you visited her.”

When we first visited, we found Anna, a woman in her mid-forties, lying in bed, completely paralysed, barely able to lift her fingers enough to shake my hand. Upon speaking with her, we learned that Anna was a single mother with two adult sons. She had been living with AIDS for several years, but for the past two years, she had been bedridden. She believed the side effects of her antiretroviral (ARV) medications had caused her condition. Despite expressing this concern to the hospital staff when she collected her medications, they had dismissed her. As Anna’s condition worsened, she had become more and more disabled, unable to move or care for herself.

When I examined Anna, I found her arms and legs stiff and paralysed, causing her great pain. It seemed obvious that the ARVs were causing these symptoms. To advocate for her care, I took her AIDS Registration Card to the Care and Treatment Centre (CTC) at the hospital where she received her medications. After speaking with the Doctor in Charge, she agreed with my diagnosis and promptly changed Anna’s medication regimen.

Our palliative care team began visiting Anna multiple times a week, getting to know her and building trust. At first, Anna had a friend who helped collect her ARVs and cooked for her. However, an alcoholic relative also played a role in her caregiving, sometimes neglecting Anna. She was entirely dependent on others.

It wasn’t easy to care for Anna, as even the slightest movement caused her extreme pain, and she would scream. We brought pain medication, incontinent pads, and gloves to ease her daily struggles, but the most important thing we offered was something much more intangible: our presence and a willingness to listen. Anna, who had once worked as a hair stylist and built her own home, had lost her source of income and was struggling with her situation. In her bedroom, she had a display of shoes — mostly high-heeled, which she longed to wear again. I remember telling her, “Anna, one day you’ll wear those shoes again. Maybe not the high heels, but the others, YES.” She looked at me sceptically, saying, “No way.” I insisted, “You WILL, if you make up your mind to work at it, do the exercises we are showing you, and pray to God for strength and patience.”

Though she didn’t believe me at first, we repeated this encouragement during each visit, like a mantra. It took nearly a year to see substantial progress. In the meantime, Anna contracted pneumonia and asthma, and I remember having to carry her out of her house with help from our driver. She was in so much pain from the movement that I feared she wouldn’t survive the trip to the hospital. Fortunately, she did, and after a three-week stay, her attitude became more positive.

During this time, we discovered that her alcoholic sister, who was supposed to be helping Anna, was neglecting her — feeding her only once a day and rarely changing her clothes or bed linen. Anna was unable to care for herself in any way. When she hired an elderly lady to help with her physiotherapy, we began to see real improvement, though Anna often complained that the woman was “fierce” and very strict. Despite her initial resistance, the physiotherapy worked. After two months, though she could no longer afford to hire the woman, Anna had gained enough strength to continue her exercises independently.

Fourteen months after we first began caring for Anna, she could sit up, turn in bed, lift 1.5kg weights with each arm, and even pull herself to the side of the bed and stand holding onto the door. Though still disabled, Anna was immensely grateful for the progress she had made. Her faith in God, her perseverance, and our team’s continued support had transformed her.

What We Learned from Anna: Without palliative care, Anna would likely have passed away soon after we met her. Through our advocacy for a change in her ARVs and our dedication to psychological support, we were able to prevent further deterioration. We realised how crucial it is to listen to the patient’s concerns and provide consistent encouragement. Anna’s faith in God became a key pillar of her recovery, and her spiritual strength carried her through many challenges. Her social support, while imperfect, also played a role, especially once we helped her navigate a difficult family situation. But most importantly, Anna’s story reinforced the palliative care mantra: NEVER GIVE UP!

Update on Anna Six Months Later: Anna’s recovery continued with its ups and downs. She discovered that her sister, who had neglected her, had expected Anna to die in order to inherit her house. Fortunately, by this point, Anna had regained enough strength to contact the village leaders, who removed her sister from the home. With Faraja’s help, Anna received food and other necessities for a short time. She had even begun using a plastic chair as a walker to move around her house and walk to her neighbours. One day, when we brought her ARVs, she surprised us: “Watch me!” she said. She stood up and walked across the room using a cane. She was overjoyed and grateful to God and to us for all the improvements.

After Another Three Months: By this point, Anna had abandoned the chair and started using a walking stick instead. She could even walk a few steps without assistance. One of her sons had found a job, and he had provided her home with electricity, making life a bit easier.

Six Years After Meeting Anna: Today, Anna is walking and living independently. She has a small business, selling clothing and household items around her neighbourhood. She is able to provide for herself and no longer depends on others for financial support. Anna’s journey from being nearly completely paralysed and dependent to becoming an independent woman with a thriving small business is a testament to her strength, perseverance, and the power of palliative care.

What We Learned from Anna:
Palliative care operates on the principle, “We can’t do everything, but we can always do something.” Those “somethings” have built up over time into significant success for Anna. Through ongoing support and encouragement, we helped her achieve independence. From encouraging her through painful exercises to listening to her concerns and advocating for her medication, each small action contributed to her transformation. This journey, while not yet finished, has shown us the profound difference that palliative care can make. Anna now walks, works, and is independent once more —and for that, we are all deeply grateful.

We are very sorry to announce the death of one of our MMM Associates, Mary Bradley, on 11 August as a result of injuries sustained in a fall. She would have been 88 this November.

Mary was an active member of St Mary’s Roman Catholic Church, Falmouth and was well known in the Catholic and ecumenical communities across Cornwall and beyond, serving on the Falmouth Fair Trade Committee and in Falmouth and Penryn Churches Together for which she organised a monthly Justice and Peace Action Group.
She was also a lay associate of the Irish Medical Missionaries of Mary, and formerly worked in several countries including Nigeria and Liberia as a lay missionary nurse tutor. A warm and supportive friend to very many people, she will be greatly missed.

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