It was a wonderful vacation with a lot of lovely sites and views and even better people. The last day of vacation was a half day and I was picking the family up from the airport.
I quickly looked through my mail and noticed this envelope that didn’t look like any others I typically get from Joslin. “Blah blah blah it’s been great working with you; Dr.A is leaving the practice blah blah blah.” I went from vacation mode to teary, sit on my bed and sob mode. I may have only known her for 5 months, but she brought me out of my worst diabetes year. I’m so sad that I’m going through this again.
I remember how scared I was to meet her. I remember ALL the tears I’ve shed with her. I remember her desire to help. I remember her praise for baby steps. I remember her team approach. I remember how she almost literally held my hand to introduce me to other people within Joslin who would & could & have helped me.
This time it felt personal. At that first appointment she told me she wasn’t planning on leaving for years and years. I remember thinking there was no way she could guarantee that, but I still loved that I found someone I could stay with. We were in the process of fighting (for the third time) for Dexcom approval. The office in Joslin (Neighborhood Diabetes) had contacted me to keep me updated, but I was also supposed to get letters from my insurance. Those letters never came. I frantically emailed Dr. A. “Where do we stand on the Dexcom approval?” It seems as though they were using every excuse not to approve this technology, so a new doctor felt like the perfect reason to deny it one more time. Imagine my surprise when she gave me my approval number and that it was shipping out on her last day. I was so relieved and giddy.
In case you are reading this:
- Thank you for bringing me out of burnout.
- Thank you for listening.
- Thank you for fighting for me.
- Thank you for believing in me.
- Just. Thank you.