There was a time when I woke up there was four church women sitting beside my bed who were watching me and praying over me whilst I slept…
I cried and he cried and he held me crying, then he told the nurse that I understood him and could respond by blinking. They didn’t believe him at first, but they eventually asked me questions, and I responded to them all.
The day before yesterday I poured a glass of water from my tap in our town camp and gave it to my granddaughter – I did not know it then, but there was poison in that water.
Over the past few months, some mainstream media outlets have attempted to stir up a hornet’s nest about health services for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people; Karen Wyld explains.
Our way is not your way, and it doesn’t have to be. We are strong, we know the land, our stories and our place in our society. This has value.