Two weeks after being sent home, my 83-year-old mum had a mini stroke — likely from the very medication meant to ease her pain. It’s been eye-opening, jaw-dropping, and exhausting — not just for her, but for all of us trying to fill the gaps in a care system that’s running on autopilot. This is what “aged care” really looks like from the inside.

My dad died after an unwitnessed fall in a Brisbane private hospital. This blog shares what happened — not for drama, but because people deserve to know what’s going wrong behind closed doors. This is his story, and it’s why I’m doing this work.