If you want to find Nurse Summer Freeman, don’t start at the medical centre. Start with the cats. Before most people have had their first coffee, Summer has already fed a collection of animals, checked on pets that aren’t technically hers and started caring for everyone except herself. By the time she arrives at work, she’s already completed what many would consider a productive morning.
But across the islands, that seems to be exactly what people have come to expect from Summer. Ask around and you’ll hear the stories. The grandmother who quietly needed help but didn’t know how to ask. The family struggling through a difficult time who suddenly found a box of essentials at their door. The patients who needed medical supplies, advice, encouragement or simply someone to listen. The residents on neighbouring islands who somehow receive exactly what they need because Summer heard about it and lugged it across on a ferry. The giving never really stops. And neither does Summer.
“I learnt to be kind from Mum,” she says simply.
Sitting beside her at 8th Sense Cafe is her mother, Robyn Freeman, who at 84 possesses the kind of energy that makes you double check her age. Throughout the morning they laugh, interrupt each other, and occasionally disagree over details that happened decades ago. The bond between them is impossible to miss.
As we sit in the cafe, the interview is repeatedly interrupted. Someone stops to say hello. Another waves from across the room. Summer greets each of them by name, effortlessly slipping back into conversation as though nothing has paused. These interruptions aren’t distractions, they are the story. This is who she is in the world she lives in.
These days Summer spends one week at the home she shares with her fiance, Robbo and one week staying with Robyn. During those weeks, after long shifts at the medical centre, Summer returns home to find dinner waiting and lunch already packed for the next day. Robyn knows her daughter often eats on the run and rarely slows down long enough to look after herself. Someone, after all, has to take care of the person who spends her life taking care of everyone else.
Summer wasn’t always destined for nursing. Born and raised on the Gold Coast, she once told her mother there were three things she’d never do. Move to Macleay Island. Go to university. Become a nurse. Seventeen years later she has achieved all three.
After starting in aged care, she completed a Diploma of Nursing before relentlessly pursuing a position at the island’s medical centre.
“I harassed them for the job,” she laughs.
Eventually the practice gave in.
“They said they’d hire me if I left them alone.”
That persistence would become one of her defining characteristics. When the islands needed a diabetes educator, Summer went back to university and became one. When there were no female doctors available to provide cervical screening services, she completed additional training. Whenever she identifies a gap in healthcare, her response is remarkably consistent. She studies, she qualifies and she fills it.
“I’ve always based my upskilling around the needs of the community,” she says. Her goal isn’t simply to treat illness.
“My goal is to change lives, not just mask symptoms.”
As a Credentialled Diabetes Educator, she works to help people improve their health through education and lifestyle changes, often helping patients delay or reduce reliance on medication. It’s work she approaches with the same philosophy that has guided her throughout her career.
Nursing, she says, is a career built as much on communication and empathy as clinical skill. And while technology continues to transform healthcare through electronic records, artificial intelligence and advanced diagnostics, Summer believes one thing remains unchanged. Patients still need human connection, they still need someone to listen and they still need someone to care.
One of her earliest lessons came as a student nurse. A patient who had just learned they were dying asked specifically to speak with her. The request surprised Summer. Surely the patient would want someone more experienced. Instead, the woman introduced Summer to her family and thanked her for making a difference. Confused, Summer asked what she’d done. The answer has stayed with her ever since.
“By just being there for me,” the patient said gratefully.
That lesson still guides her today. Whether she’s managing chronic disease, mentoring students, helping families navigate difficult diagnoses or simply listening, she understands something many people overlook. Sometimes the most important thing a healthcare professional can do is show up. It’s a quality that seems perfectly suited to island life.
After more than two decades living in the community, both Summer and Robyn have watched Macleay Island evolve. The population has grown, the landscape has changed, some of the old character has disappeared. But the spirit that first drew them here remains.
“There’s no snobbery, which I love very much,” says Robyn.
“If you are who you are, the island accepts you,” adds Summer.
Perhaps nowhere is that acceptance more visible than in the everyday acts of generosity that happen quietly across the islands. A bag of chokoes appears on a doorstep, fresh citrus gets shared around the neighbourhood, plants, produce, tools and meals move from household to household. Someone always knows somebody who can help.
“The word gets out and everyone just keeps giving,” Summer says.
She also speaks of the extraordinary people she has met along the way. Residents include a Holocaust survivor, an Antarctic explorer, and countless others with remarkable stories that never make headlines but shape the fabric of the community.
“There are so many interesting people with amazing stories,” she says.
Her work extends beyond the medical centre through her close involvement with local support networks, including the Kindness Group, where she helps identify struggling families and individuals who might otherwise slip through the cracks.
Yet despite the demands of nursing, Summer somehow still finds time for herself. She enjoys weight training, qigong and swimming. She’s a proud member of the island’s affectionately named “Bob and Bitch” group with Robyn, where locals float in the water, exchange gossip and occasionally drift with the tide.
“If you want to know anything, just go down to the Bob and Bitch group,” she jokes.
She and Robyn also share a love of outrigger paddling, although an encounter with a tiger shark dampened their enthusiasm for racing around the island. Only slightly. Because if there’s one thing you quickly learn about the Freeman women, it’s that neither is easily deterred.
Robyn still fiercely guards the fruit trees. Summer still takes on extra study whenever the community needs something. Both remain deeply invested in the place they call home.
As the morning crowd comes and goes at the café, another person stops to say hello. Then another, and another. It’s difficult to tell whether people know Summer because she’s their nurse, or whether she’s their nurse because she knows everyone.
Perhaps on the islands those two things are impossible to separate. After all, nursing isn’t really what Summer does. It’s who she is. A life built around showing up, helping out and quietly making things better.
And if you ask the people she has helped over the years, they will not talk about qualifications, titles or procedures. They will talk about the same thing. She always showed up.
