31/12/2025
've been thinking a lot about my mother lately.
In March I will be the age that she was when she died. đ„
I have so many feelings of deep love and loss: how incredibly lucky I was to have her as my mother, how much I learned from her but how much of my life she has missed.
She was a nurse - following a long line of women health-givers and healers before her. But she suffered from poor health herself and put her own health below everyone elseâs.
She told the most amazing stories - about her childhood growing up in Harris in the Outer Hebrides - how the Northern lights were silent but so magnificent she thought there should be a full orchestra playing to accompany them - the harsh storms when the wind would literally howl around the house - how she used to collect dewy spiders webs in the mornings with her grandmother (who used plants and herbs as a healer) as they made the best bandages - how she read a book a day (plus all the books in her grandparentsâ loft) - how they called her âThe Dictionaryâ at school - how she mispronounced words because she had only read them and not heard them (she thought âunshedâ (as in tears) rhymed with bunched) - how she learned love from her grandparents while her parents were busy in WW2.
Then her stories later about nursing in Glasgow and being a midwife - how she adored it - how the doctors said she was smart enough to have been a doctor herself - how she had to starch her cap and iron her uniform every day as her midwife hospital was so strict about procedures and appearance - how the Glasgow gangs would step back in the middle of a fight and let her pass through (in her nurses uniform) as she was on her way to deliver a baby in a tenement building - how the bottom inch of her white petticoat would be black with pollution when she got home.
Then her stories about working with Professor Ian Donald. His brother worked in Iraq on the oil pipelines leading teams looking for cracks in the hundreds of miles of steel pipelines. They developed an approach based on echoes from sound waves to reveal the internal structure of the steel for cracks - so they didnât have to dig them up to check them - but they could find exactly where they needed to work to prevent the dangerous and expensive leaks. This inspired Ian Donald to think about using sound waves to look inside the womb - safely and non-invasively. With him, in the 1950s, she saw a babyâs heartbeat at 6 weeks gestation - long before you could hear a heartbeat. This was brand new information - people didnât believe the foetus was âhumanâ until much later in pregnancy. He was the pioneer of ultrasound in medicine and my amazing mother worked alongside him. They remained close friends until he died. And my mother was passionate about protecting life as a result of what she had seen.
So I now work in health - bringing health, strength and energy to women in midlife who are looking to get into better shape. I was lucky enough to work and train with Bill Phillips to improve my own health and to get my Body for Life Health Coach certification.
This work is so meaningful to me - my great-grandmother was the go-to healer on the island, my grandmother and mother were both nurses - and I finally moved from transformation change in corporate business to transformation change in our health - at last!
I am running a 3 day workshop 13th to 15th January at 6pm UK time to teach why the changes in our bodies in midlife make it so hard to lose weight and how we have to do it. Hereâs the link to sign up if you would like to come:
https://piadavis.com/midlife-weight-loss-workshop-org