Dad was cared for at home by my step mum, who worked at the NHS, and was moved to Dove House on my brother’s birthday, the 3rd of December. We didn’t find out until he was already there, as, in true Dad style, he was trying to protect us and prevent us from worrying further. When you think of the word hospice, it feels like a taboo subject, until the point you or a loved one need their care. I was dubious when I arrived, but soon realised Dove House is a very welcoming place. I have three siblings and we were never made to feel like there were too many of us. The hospice was flexible and extremely accommodating.