17/09/2026
Last night, I had the privilege of speaking to the Ockenden Family Board about Poppy, our experience, and the work that has grown from it through Poppy’s Promise.
I came home with incredibly complex emotions.
There is something very difficult about being in a room with other families connected by experiences none of us should ever have had. We shouldn’t know one another because our babies and family members died or suffered profound harm. We shouldn’t have a shared an understanding of trauma, loss and the fight for answers.
And yet, within that room last night, there was also hope.
Sharing Poppy’s story will never be easy. Talking about what happened to her, and what happened to us afterwards, still carries an enormous weight. Accountability matters. Understanding what went wrong matters. Learning the truth matters.
But I also believe there has to be space for what we do with that truth.
Poppy’s Promise has never been about looking away from what happened. It is about looking directly at it, learning from it, and asking how we make healthcare better because of it.
How do we make sure patients and families feel heard?
How do we support staff to communicate with compassion, even in the most difficult moments?
How do we create cultures where people feel safe to speak, listen, acknowledge when something has gone wrong and learn?
How do we allow something positive to grow from something so devastating?
The response last night left me feeling genuinely uplifted. The discussion afterwards was thoughtful, positive and encouraging, and hearing people understand what Poppy’s Promise is trying to achieve meant more than I can really put into words.
I’m incredibly grateful to Donna Ockenden for her continued belief in and support of this work, and to Jo and the team at The Shrewsbury and Telford Hospital NHS Trust for supporting Poppy’s Promise and helping us demonstrate what it can look like in practice.
I wish with everything that I have that none of this needed to exist. I wish Poppy was here and that I had never had a reason to stand in that room. But she isn’t.
And so, somehow, we have to find a way to carry both things at once: accountability for what happened, and hope for what can change because of it.
Last night felt like one of those moments.
For Poppy. Always. 🌺