The staff at Ashgate Hospice are absolutely brilliant. When my Dad was in his last few days he said he fancied a whisky. Sure enough, a full bottle appeared at his bedside. I think he had one tiny drink from it - that's all, but they provided it nevertheless.
Funnily enough, shortly after he died, a lad knocked on our door promoting the Ashgate Hospice lottery. I signed up straight away because it helps their funding. They don't just deal with cancer patients either - anyone on an "end of life" prognosis can be referred to them too.
I pay roughly £1 a week - never won anything - frankly that doesn't bother me. I'm one of many who help to fund it in thanks for the care they gave my Dad - a small price to pay.
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