Well…the day I’ve been subconsciously dreading has finally arrived.
It’s time for me to part ways with my endocrinologist…the diabetes doctor that I’ve seen for the last decade…more than one-third of my life.
She’s moving onto new things, and I’m sad to see her go. She’s helped me tremendously over the years.
She’s seen me at my “diabetes worst”, when I was a college student who cared more about having a normal college experience than managing my diabetes.
She was the one who finally convinced me to quit MDI in favor of an insulin pump.
She’s one of the few medical professionals I’ve ever interacted with who treated me like an equal – she never made me feel “less than” or inferior to her.
In other words, I was pretty dang lucky to be her patient.
I’m trying to take this forced change in stride. Maybe it will be good to meet with another endocrinologist. Maybe it will help me continue to improve. But I am allowing myself to feel a little upset and sorry over the situation; after all, it’s never fun to part ways with someone, especially when you had no say in the matter.
Guess what else I’m allowing myself to feel?
I feel thankful for my endocrinologist, so I plan on giving her a card with the following message during our appointment tomorrow…because it’s important to me for her to know all the positive change she’s brought to my life:
Dear [Name Redacted],
I wanted to thank you for all that you have done to help me (and my mom and aunt) in the last several years. You have always motivated me to take better care of myself after every appointment I’ve had with you. I appreciate you for being patient with me, listening to my concerns, and inspiring me to try new technologies and treatments to improve my quality of life with diabetes. I don’t like having a chronic illness, but having a doctor like you around to help me deal with it means the world to a patient like me.
Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors!