I didn't get diabetes until I was an old lady. Back around the time you were diagnosed, my friend was diagnosed and sadly she died blind and with complications when she was a teenager.
I even know her address, but I don't know how to behave if I go there, and I don't have her phone number What should I say? "hello, you saved my life 18 years ago"? It seems to me that a woman of 80-90 years old will not be happy about this
This was the reaction when I tracked down Kathleen: Dear Grant, It gave me great pleasure to receive your Christmas card and the photograph [me with my wife and daughter]. I have never forgotten you and have often spoken of the night when your mother brought you into the Children's Ward so very ill. I have a ver nice photograph of you sitting up in your cot, laughing at the house physician and myself. I wondered if you would like a copy of it? She sent me two! We exchanged letters until 2011, when sadly she passed away. I'm so glad I wrote. Maybe you could send her a card with a recent picture? The worst that could happen is that she throws it away. I would imagine you would get a similar result to mine, and you might make an old lady very happy!
"And there's always the other direction: a hospital can choose to send on a note to a retired employee, rather than giving information to a former patient." That's exactly what King's College Hospital did, way before GPDR was even dreamt up!
Ours attitude towards people in any government structures is such that it is better to stay away from them if possible The letter is a great idea. It's a little weird to use the mail if I can get around my whole city in a few hours, but it's better than an uninvited guest
Sometimes it's completely unclear to me how I ended up on the British forum and what I'm doing here, even if I don't speak English, but thank you for your attitude and for allowing me to be here! This is a wonderful place, probably the only one where no one talks about the threat of military invasion, political repression, nuclear war and default. Just thank you!
I fully agree with Grant_Vicat, sending a letter is the way to go, everybody loves getting a thank you note! I have no idea how you ended up here, but I'm happy you did! Besides, even though the forum is based in the UK, it's welcome to people from all over the world, currently we even have 3 non British moderators.
I was 43 when I was diagnosed but, considering my mother went into deniability mode and kept thinking it was all a mistake or perhaps I should do the 800 calorie diet as a cure, then I dread to think what my childhood would have been like! She was never great with poorly kids and I got sent home from school with mumps (lopsided face), German measles (obvious rash) and multiple vomiting bugs. She was a stay at home mum in the 70s/80s too, but just didn't like sick people near her. She's another who'll make a sugary dessert and try and push it on you then be hurt when you explain it's going to be 2 more hours until you can even think about trying it.
UK is even in its name, but somehow I didn't pay attention to it when I registered, and when I noticed, I already liked it too much
I’m glad you joined us, @Zhnyaka, @Yaya10_10 @EllieM, @Antje77, and all the other non-U.K. people on the forum. I’m glad all T1s feel welcomed here. T1 without borders.
Fully agree! Except I'd like to include the T2's and other types as well, I've met so many amazing people of all types on here, so diabetics without borders it is!
Dear @Grant_Vicat, today I decided to write a letter to my doctor. I bought a postcard, but considering that I know where both the house and the apartment are, but I don't know what the house number is, I had to go to the house itself and look at the address. I even had the courage to ring the doorbell, but no one answered, so I just threw a postcard in the mailbox. I don't know if anyone will answer me, but thank you so much for inspiring me to write a letter.
I'm so pleased. It will be fascinating, and I think highly rewarding, to see how she responds. For some reason I kept all records, cuttings, equipment and correspondence from very early on in my life, almost like a museum. Although we should aim not to let diabetes take over our lives, deep down I am conscious that it had a direct bearing on my philosophy and outlook in life. The longer I live, the more I owe to one hunch of Kathleen's back in 1959. Thus her letters and photographs are very important to me.
This story, unfortunately, ended sadly. I posted a post on social networks that I would like to find my doctor, her neighbors answered me that she died in 2020. Of course, I understood that the person who pulled me out of the other world was not immortal, but still I hoped that I had a couple more years left
Today I reached the cemetery where my doctor is buried.Grave grave, I thought I could find her grave and put flowers, but there are so many graves here that I just got lost. Eh, that feeling when you think you can find a person, but in the end you can't find even the grave