Twice Paddy. Were two of the best weeks of my life.
The first one, I was very young. not sure how old I was, but 6? Got on the train from Plymouth,Devon to London. Kissed my mum and off I went with barely a backwards glance. It was mum who was petrified! On my own practically. Sat on the train. with the local diabetic group. off we went up to waterloo. met other groups. off we went to the camp. I liked being around others the same as me. without having to think about every little calculation of when how, snack, balancing insulin, swiming sports etc. Everyone was the same and everything was calculated for us. Twas fab. They taught me how to do my own injections. I was so pleased. so proud.I was away a week,and phoned my mum twice, as did everyone. I didn't even miss my mum, dad or brothers. and being such a family child, that was odd, but it was just becasue I was having such a good time.
The second time was the same, but I ws just a young teenager. we talked about things like honing in on catching our warning signs earlier.
Inbetween those. I went to the local diabetic group. This is where i met Marie. Bless her, they were poor as anythign and had holes everywhere, shoes, coats. She was one of 6 and her brothers and sisters all had to come to all the events too. apparently, they didn't want Marie to think that she was 'special'
. So all her brothers and sisters ran off to the theme parks etc, and it was always just her and me. We only met twice a year. for a christmas party and a day trip out each spring/summer. This is where Marie and I went as part of a huge group to local theme parks etc for the day. Some of my happiest times.
I only met her twice a year and for over a month beforehand, I was so excited, I couldn't wait. Funny , that sounds now. But I really did fel like that at the time.
What about you Paddy? Did you have similar ?