I have had t1d since 1936 - I was not yet 3 years old we survived ww2 in france hiding with false papers my mother always had alcohol for sterilizing the syringe & needle while on train & sugar or honey & money or whatever was needed to survive we made it
Shosh, you’ve talked about this some in the chat room, I know you said your mom somehow got your insulin at the American Embassy in Paris. Your story is very compelling. If you would like, we would love to hear more. #BigHugs my friend.
Oh yes, please! If it’s not too much of a burden, I’d LOVE to read a detailed post about your life then, and how you all managed. Especially taking care of a diabetic toddler.
In my midyears I acquired an interest in history, particularly WWII history. I hated the subject in high school, thought it was dumbfoundingly boring. Well, there’s no greater truth than “people change”.
Started with reading Flags of Our Fathers many years ago. That set me off. Many many books later, I’ve found a love for the stuff.
Anyhow, your story would be a blessing to the community, Shoshana!
This seems a tiny fragment of what must be a truly profound story. I’m amazed and salute you–and your mother–for surviving such an ordeal, and for still being with us after so long with this disease.