For most of my time in medical school, I thought I was going to train to become a paediatrician. That all changed after I went to Taiwan to do my medical elective in Paediatric Oncology. After five weeks on the child cancer ward, I realised I couldn’t become a paediatrician. I found I couldn’t handle working with critically unwell and dying children. I decided to become an adults-only doctor and didn’t look after children anymore.

Fast forward 11 years and I was in the final year of my Palliative Medicine training, and I was working in the local hospice. In New Zealand, the definition of adults is those 16 years old and over. We had admitted a 16-year-old immigrant schoolgirl and she was dying of metastatic bowel cancer. It is highly unusual to have bowel cancer at such a young age. What she had was aggressive and deadly. Physically it was challenging to control her symptoms but that was the easier part of dealing with her case. Looking after such a young person made the case difficult for me and other staff members. She was the same age as some staff members’ children or grandchildren. Most of us were not used to working professionally with adolescents.

We had admitted her for end-of-life care and it looked like she had limited time left. The prospect of her dying alone made all of us feel uncomfortable. The girl needed parental support but the girl’s mother had died and her father had to go back to their home country to deal with urgent matters. She had no other family and was alone in New Zealand, apart from similarly aged school friends. How could we help her through this?

Her cries for help would be answered by a church pastor, who stepped in and became a mother figure for our young patient. This lady moved in and provided motherly support during the toughest of times. The pastor and her husband (also a pastor) arranged for the girl’s father to return to New Zealand. The pastor stayed with the girl at our hospice for the last weeks of her short life.

It was sad that our young patient was dying, but it was so nice that the pastor was there to provide maternal support. It was good to know that there were still some good people around who could be counted on. Our patient was kept comfortable and died after her father had come back from overseas. In many ways a memorable case of someone who died far too young.