When I wore my favourite blouse to work last week, one of the other nurses stroked its sleeve, raised her eyebrows and asked me where I had bought it. I looked down at my cyclamen-pink, pure silk, designer-label blouse and smiled. “This one was a gift.” We are nurses with a palliative care, home-visiting service and we don’t wear uniforms. Our clients come into our lives when doubt about the outcome of their disease no longer exists. By then they have seen enough uniformed nurses. Sometimes we are the only people our clients see during the last weeks of…