I remember a man who was in a hospital ward. He had drunk hard, smoked hard and lived hard and was quite angry. And I remember saying to the doctor, 'you need to write out medications for this man because he is going to have a really difficult death'. And he didn't do it.



And I remember that night I had a really restless night at home and I just kind of felt 'something's not right'. And I came back the next morning and his bed was empty. And the staff went, 'oh my God, he had the most terrible death'. And the doctor was like, 'I am really sorry, Lea-Anne, I will listen to you in the future'.