The following is a letter to a doctor from a mom of a child who died…..it is in recognition of Blog Week and today’s topic of “Our medical team will be reading today’s blog, what would you say.” This is a fictitious letter and not based on a specific true story (exactly) but it is based on real stories we hear all too often and two that were shared with me. Something needs to be done. I warn you, it’s a rough read—-but I am THAT angry that it has happened and will happen again.
I came to see you two weeks ago and you told me that my eight-year-old child had the flu. This seemed odd to me at the time because she had been throwing up for almost a week. She lost seven pounds. She had a strange odor about her. Something was definitely not right.
You put your arm around my shoulders and told me that it was a horrendous flu season. I begged you to check something else, can we run tests, can we send her to the hospital. You told me that having only one child makes me a tad over protective and I should relax and wait out the flu. I asked many times should we do other tests.
You sent us home. I asked one more time, “are you sure?” You reaffirmed that all would be okay.
My house is empty now. The last of my relatives just left. My daughter’s funeral was today. She died the night you sent us home. When they rushed her to the hospital, they told me she was in full-blown ketoacidosis. That is when someone has type 1 diabetes and without insulin in their bodies, their blood sugar rises and rises until it is too late. A simple blood test or a urine stick would have indicated she was in real trouble.
I asked you. I pleaded with you. I begged you.
You were right; she was my only child. She was my everything. She was a miracle birth. To have any children was a miracle for us. She was our whole world.
No stepping up ceremony, no junior high school, no high school, wedding, anything—no firsts.
No first holding hands, first crush, first kiss. It’s all gone.
I cannot write anymore.
A mother knows sometimes…….when someone else trusts you as I did, please listen to them on the outside chance they may be right; or may be even partially right.
I will never have a night’s peace again. My days will be full fearing the night.
I wanted you to know.
I am a diabetes dad.
The following is a letter to a doctor from a mom of a child who died…..it is in recognition of Blog Week and today’s topic of “Our medical team will be readingtoday’s blog, what would you say.