It’s always interesting to run into another PWD ‘in the wild’. Today, while at work I had the chance to speak briefly about D with a fellow T1.
An elderly gentleman and his wife came in looking for coats that would keep the wind out. As I was showing them some of our products and assisting them in finding sizes he mentioned that he was trying hard to lose weight and had lost quite a bit already but that it was difficult to do, because he had diabetes. I assured him I know how that goes, because I have T1. His response was a very hearty ‘Me too!’
We talked a bit about how old I was when I was diagnosed and somehow also got on the topic of complications. I discussed my retinopathy and he told me of his own eye woes. I was extremely sad to hear that he has also undergone a kidney transplant, has had all toes amputated off one foot, and has neuropathy so bad he can feel nothing below his knees.
What truly struck me was how positive he still was about life; he wasn’t bitter or angry about any of it. He was very matter of fact about what had happened. I truly don’t know if I could be that way, if in his shoes.
We didn’t get a chance to discuss therapies – I would have loved to have shown him my t:slim, but alas it was getting very busy and my manager was giving me the evil eye to remind me to pay attention to more customers than just him.