Jane Dytor

It has been my privilege to have had Jane has my neighbour in Cirencester for the last 20 years, since Jane retired and moved to Cirencester. I couldn't have asked for a better neighbour in all those years and I shall miss our daily chats.

One of my interests in life is the history of the London Underground and I remember Jane talking to me about how she was on duty at The London Hospital on the morning of the 28th February 1975, the day of the Moorgate tube crash and how many of the casualties were brought into her hospital for treatment by Jane.

In these dark winter days when it gets dark so early, I miss seeing the lights coming from her now empty flats. After the flat was emptied, a couple of Jane's outdoor planters were left with plants in. I have rescued the planters, moved them next to my flat and will look after them as I am sure Jane would have wanted.

I first knew Jane as 'Sister Cotton' because Cotton ward was the female orthopaedic ward when I was appointed senior physiotherapist to the orthopaedic team in the early 1970s. I quickly developed great respect for her knowledge and the way she ran her ward and was very happy to work with her for many years.
We became friends and the friendship continued when, by chance, she retired to the Cotswolds, an area I had moved to several years earlier. It was a sad time when her health deteriorated in recent years. I will miss her and our catch-up phone calls when she would often report on the weather that she was sending up to my part of the world from Cirencester!
My deepest sympathy and condolences to her brother, sister-in-law and Jane's whole family.

My sincere condolences to everyone who loved "Sister George ".
I staffed on George Ward, and loved my time there. I admired and respected Sister George, she taught me so much.
The standards of care were of the highest. She was a strict but very fair Sister.
I fondly remember the dressing book. Every wound dressing every day had to be changed and documented.
I will always remember her hate of gladioli !! They always had to be bonsaied when put in the bedside flower vase!
Also, pierced ears....all you with pierced ears will be hanging by them in heaven, but we will be walking around!
Happy memories.
God bless you, Jane, may you rest in peace to rise in glory.

Valerie

RIP Sister George.
I was saddened to hear of the death of an old colleague from the London Hospital.
Jane Dytor was a consummate professional. She ran a tight ship and definitely kept all the doctors under control.
At the London Hospital all the Sisters were addressed by the name of the ward they were in charge of: ergo Jane was Sister George (nothing like the Beryl Reid character in the film “The Killing of Sister George.”)
The speciality of George Ward was orthopaedics.
Jane knew her stuff inside out. I learnt a great deal from this lady. She was fair but certainly took no prisoners and didn’t tolerate fools, not even gladly! We clicked over the management of a particularly challenging patient. Friends in ITU had given me advanced warning of this “charming” patient who was heading our way. Patient confidentiality forbids me to say more but if I can give one piece of advice to any prospective patients it would be DO NOT EVER PISS A WARD SISTER OFF. IT WILL NOT END WELL FOR YOU.
My thoughts and condolences go to Jane’s family and friends.
You were a one off and it was a blast.