Time once again for Six-Word Saturday,
a weekly challenge brought to us by Show My Face. In this challenge, we are asked to describe our life in six words,
a terrific exercise in editing and word choice. I never know what I’m coming up with until I’m done. Here is Six-Word Saturday:
Found THAT doctor. Got his address.
For my new readers, this is the backstory —
I was diagnosed with diabetes at age fourteen, in 1974. The diagnosing doctor told me what I’m sure he believed was a casual remark — that I would die while I was still very young. I don’t know if he ever realized the impact his words would have; such a life-change. Even at fourteen, I gave up so many different events in my life, due to the depressing impact of his off-the-cuff remark. He sat on my shoulder for decades, reminding me that nothing mattered.
The nurse at my PCP gave me the address — our group just bought his group. I am thinking about that letter, and I will send it. But not the screaming, raving angry letter I would have written a couple of years ago. Rather, it will be a calm, quiet letter reminding him of how his comment changed my life, forever.
[N.B. 4/28/2013: I didn’t send that letter — I have gotten angry with him all over again, after Mom told me that he told them not to get involved with my diabetes at all. No wonder I felt so alone — I was, because Mom and Dad were following the doc’s orders. RRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!]