I began my nursing training in New Plymouth, New Zealand, in July 2001. My journey into nursing was deeply personal, sparked by the loss of significant family members: my father, my paternal grandmother, and my mother, Peggy Inglis, who was my greatest inspiration. I had the privilege of nursing my father through his battle with cancer, and just four weeks later, I was at the bedside of my nana Peggy as she passed away from a stroke. 

 

At just 22 years old, I became a young carer for my nana after her first stroke, which led to a three-month hospitalization. I supported her through the difficult transition into aged care—a decision neither of us truly wanted, but one that life circumstances made unavoidable. It was a painful time; I often cried myself to sleep, knowing how hard it was for her. My nana and I were incredibly close—we had even shared a room from the time I was a baby until I was 11. With my father working overseas, the weight of these decisions fell heavily on me, but they also helped shape the compassionate caregiver I’ve become today.