I had a letter waiting for me when I got home from work today. An actual letter, as opposed to a bill, nestled amongst the ridiculous number of pizza leaflets, charity collection bags and supermarket offer brochures that we get delivered here. I wasn’t a rare hand written letter, mind you. It was a brown envelope with my address neatly computer generated showing through the window on the front. So it wasn’t immediately exciting and I didn’t open I right away. When I eventually picked it up and slit the edge open with my thumb, my jaw almost hit the floor.
It was from the local NHS Primary Care Trust. And it said, in a nutshell, that I’d convinced them at the panel hearing a couple of weeks ago, and from this point forward they would fund all of the sensors for my Continuous Glucose Monitoring System, plus any necessary hardware upgrades.
I honestly never thought I’d read a letter like this. Even after the hearing went well I wasn’t convinced, as I felt they were probably just going through the motions and following procedure, but would decline me anyway. I was pretty shocked, if I’m truthful, but as that subsided I felt vindicated. I’ve spent so much time telling everyone what a massive difference this technology makes to me, only to have it brushed aside and be told that it doesn’t make enough of a measurable difference. I also felt pretty proud that I’d finally done it. I’m nothing if not tenacious, and I’m so glad that I never gave up.