#Tuberculosis patients

[halorvic]

"Do not let anyone convince you that you need to get sick to be healthy."

#kristen panthagani #immunology #sars cov 2 #long post #i s2g if i see one more bullshit article/comment about IMmUNiTY deBT........................ #for the millionth billionth fucking time: IMMUNITY DEBT ISN'T REAL. there is NO SUCH THING as immunity debt caused by avoiding illness #and ANY dr/immunologist worth their salt in the year 2023 will tell you that #“but you have to train your immune system for it to get stronger!” nope doesn't work like that. the immune system is not a muscle #you might as well tell everyone that the reason they don't have skin like armoured steel is that they haven't been stabbed enough #tell all those drs treating tuberculosis patients that they're weakening their immunity by wearing respirators and NOT catching tb #let's all stop filtering the water while we're at it. have everyone get cholera - that'll fortify ppl's immune systems for sure #this world is a joke. #ppl buy into this shit and then wonder why the anti-vaxx/anti-science movement keeps growing

[autumn2may]

Johnson & Johnson is currently, like right this minute, trying to extend their patent on the TB drug bedaquiline, keeping it out of generic for another four years. TB killed about 30,000 people last week and is the world's deadliest infectious disease.

If this drug does not go generic now it could affect 6 million people in the next four years (the time it would take the "new" patent to run out). Out of those millions of people who get TB, but can't get bedaquiline, most of them will die. From a PREVENTABLE DISEASE.

Why is this happening? Money. But also, because TB is not an issue in countries like the US. We can afford its $1.50 a pill price. But if you live in a poor country, that's too much money to spend on something you need to take for up to four months.

J&J needs to let this drug go public and do its job in places that can't currently afford it. They need to help people, instead of trying to wring the last few drops of money out of one of their many products, at the cost of human lives. @sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog does a waaaay better job of explaining this than me. Check out the video and the video description for links and ways to help!

#johnson and johnson #j&j #bedaquiline #tuberculosis #preventable diseases #patientsnotpatents #patients not patents #patients #doctors #medical science #medical #medication #science tumblr #health care #health industry #pharmaceutical #TB #healthcare #treatment #medicine #people are dying #help if you can #help plz #do something #booklr #rich people #poor people #Youtube #john green #hank green

[thegreatdeprussian]

Ladies don't want gym bros, they want Matthew Williams wearing a loose white long-sleeve blouse men used to wear back then, submerged in water surrounded with flowers or antique items, with Hozier playing in the background

#this is so much better than the victorian tuberculosis patient aesthetic #hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws canada #matthew williams #this boy is a victim of my deranged mind #deprussing thoughts

[rivver-b]

So Johnson & Johnson's patent on the life-saving TB drug bedaquiline is about to expire and they're STILL trying to extend it via a loophole, preventing more affordable generic brand versions of the drug from being produced, for another 4 years.

In those 4 year, millions of people will die due to lack of access and affordability.

Please submit an ethics report to J&J via:

https://secure.ethicspoint.com/domain/media/en/gui/28704/report.html

And signal boost everywhere else you can.

#patients before patents #signal boost #johnson and johnson #healthcare #social justice #tuberculosis #bedaquiline for all

[piosplayhouse]

Yasusada posting . He's one of my original blorbos and there is something SO wrong with him

#touken ranbu #tkrb #no the last pic isnt a lie he did actually leave work for a month to go watch his boyfriend die of tuberculosis a second time #and then he comes back dressed like a tuberculosis patient #i wish i was lying #yamatonokami yasusada

[consult-sherlockholmes]

However I didn’t know vampires can get sick...

~D🧛🏻🦦

Seems the 'V' in covid stands for vampire. I did for sure look like a vampire the last days, completely pale and sleeping all day, only nocturnal.

#I did look like a vampire pale but lips red like a tuberculosis patient or known as vampire in the olden days #Seems covid can affect vampires as well #roleplay #rp #sherlock roleplay #sherlock rp #Vamplock #Vampire sherlock #tw covid

[mindshelter]

with superboy: man of tomorrow approaching and its sister miniseries still fresh in mind, i really am hoping superboy’s creative team echoes some of the elements from woman of tomorrow. i suspect there will be plenty of nods in that direction, given how similar the premises are: young kryptonian leaves earth for some good ol’ soul searching, trips and lands right into a space opera. there’s advanced alien tech. an intergalactic empire. depression. grief. funky aliens. the works!

while the circumstances were drastically different, kon and kara’s pasts now mirror one another very well: the young hero did all they could to keep their world safe, save their people, only to lose everything. the life they built, any trace of their formative years— gone. they gave everything they had. they can’t go home—home doesn’t exist. kon’s character is a greater tragedy than it’s ever been. his family and friends have memories of him, but they didn’t grow up with him. they didn’t really mess around in a fledgling team with him. they didn’t go camping with him and play truth or dare. they didn’t fuck up together, mourn the same horrors, share the same joy. they love him dearly, but they spent their whole lives without him. it would be improbable if he didn’t feel isolated, or extraneous. 

all of the above is just to say i’m looking forward to see how they address kon’s grief, and explore his character in general. this is their opening to showcase the potential his powers have, his creativity. they can touch on how troubled he is, beset with anxiety and self-worth issues while still carrying himself with a confidence that only comes from being nigh-invincible. 

so i hope he gets the treatment kara did in her mini. i hope he gets to hold a sad little baby. i hope he gets shitfaced all alone on an exoplanet and gets into a pub fight. i hope he wins and blacks out. i hope he gets stranded. i hope he takes alien hallucinogens to get out of a tight spot, and i hope he gets shot in the chest repeatedly only to emerge from the fight as the victor by an infinite margin anyway. i hope he screams hard enough that it could destroy all the infrastructure around him. i hope he flies into a star in a fit of emotion. i hope he becomes tempted to murder someone. he deserves it. 

#kon el #dc #kon propaganda (konpaganda) #yes those are all things that happened in woman of tomorrow and they tickled my brain #kon fans that want kon to get bloodied up! rise! #he can look like a tuberculosis patient. as a treat. to me. #in all seriousness the general plot looks the same between the two series but they are obviously different characters #so we'll get a different conflict and a different outcome #but the opportunity to give kon some direction as a character and also to shine a spotlight on him after a decade in the dark is here #so my fingers are crossed that we can get a good story that portrays kon well outside of the context #of his relationships with people like tim. just as himself. he is really so incredibly complex and i think in fandom the most obvious #Kon Conflicts amount to his status as a clone of lex luthor + his relationship with clark #which are things that complicate his psyche! at the same time it is a massive disservice to him to reduce his emotional problems #to just those #but it is so so much deeper than that and the space premise is a fantastic chance to let him exist independently #if this series is bad to him i will trek to the alps for a natural mummification #(hands kenny porter 5USD and winks) #comic blogging

[hyaciiintho]

what if old man link..... had an angry ghost au

Send me an AU and I'll tell you what my muse would be like in that AU | ✿

🌸｡*ﾟ+. You know what, I used to have a ghost AU for Time, and I think it would better suit First so much better, so let's make some adjustments here and there and--

Link Löwe was a soul taken too soon, having fallen ill at a young age before, inevitably, passing away from his illness. Tuberculosis was a terrible thing for his time, after all. At least, that was what the doctor had said to be the cause. The timing couldn't have been worse, though when it comes to suddenly dying, when was there a right time?

Link was fighting tooth and nail for he and his sister's right of inheritance to their father's estate. Unfortunately, with him out of the way, and many a loophole available to leap through, the inheritance unfortunately went towards their father's latest wife.

What the doctors didn't divulge was the true cause of Link's passing: Poison.

Clinging to the earth with every bit of his will, having to watch his sister be kicked out house and home, and learning the true cruelty behind his downfall, Link's spirit grew angry and restless. Ensuring his wrath was felt from beyond the grave, it wasn't long before the luxurious manor was deemed condemned, the reasoning for on paper labeling it an unsafe structure.

With the manor now abandoned, Link remains alone, successful in winning over what had been rightfully his-- and his sister's. Unfortunately, she wouldn't live to enjoy the empty home, leaving the spirit feeling bitter and angrier at the injustice of it all. With her having not joined him in the afterlife, there wasn't even a reunion to look forward too.

Too angry to rest, Link still remains haunting the old estate, chasing away any other living person from his property, should they dare attempt at claiming it. The estate had a reputation of being impossible to sell, left to rot and decay over witness's accounts of it being haunted by the devil himself. Convinced he would eternally remain alone in the estate, Link found himself growing lax over the years, gradually feeling himself calm and, perhaps, find himself crossing over soon enough.

Until one day he saw a bright, tricolored sign with the words SOLD written in big, bold letters.

And that familiar rage burned within his hollow chest once more.

#AU | GHOST 🌸 First Hero #tw death #tw death mention #tw murder #//???? How many warnings do I gotta put up in herrrr-- LOL but!!!! Yes~ In Time's thing he had died from Tuberculosis but he was a kind #and gentle soul... First???? c': Not so much LMAO he an angy spirit. But!! Maybe with the right person buying the estate!! #He may soften up and be a good ghostie... MAYBE... he's got almost a century's worth of baggage though be patient LOL// #🌸｡*ﾟ+. QUEUE #boxofcharacters

[torgawl]

me going to a job interview with hay fever is gonna be fun

#the question is will they think i do drugs based on my red eyes? #will i cough like a tuberculosis patient? #will they think i have covid? #we may never know..... #✌️

[artisticdivasworld]

Comprehensive Nursing Care for Patients with Tuberculosis

Introduction Tuberculosis (TB) is a contagious bacterial infection primarily affecting the lungs. Caused by the bacterium Mycobacterium tuberculosis, it can also impact other organs like the kidneys, spine, and brain. As a nurse or nursing student, it’s crucial to understand the disease and the specific nursing care required to manage patients effectively. Understanding…

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#airborne infection #antibiotics #follow-up care #isolation precautions #medication management #Nurse #Nursing #nursing care #nutritional support #patient education #PPE #psychosocial support #respiratory support #tuberculosis

[ugh-yoongi]

but did you see the picture of Seokjin going around twitter where he’s wearing the same lv jacket but now he looks bigger 😵‍💫 releasing Seokjin from the military might not help but instead end us

one of my cursed jk discord posts was "i hope he gets a bleached buzzcut once he's out of the military" so maybe it's for the best that they all stay in there for a while

#i would truly end it all if that happened #perhaps i just need some fresh air like a tuberculosis patient #jewel answers

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

Doctor Who is big on Tumblr again. Can you connect it to tuberculosis?

It's not even difficult!

David Whitaker was the first story editor for Doctor Who.

In 1934, when he was a five-year-old boy, David and his brother were both sent to live in a TB sanitarium (like millions of children around the world before the discovery of antibiotics that could treat and cure TB).

In most sanitariums, visits from family were discouraged, not only because it could spread the disease but also because visits might "excite" the patients, and the patient's job was ... to be patient. Experts believed patients had to be as calm and still as possible in order to recover.

Now, I should acknowledge here that there are many stories about why the show is named "Doctor Who," and credit is often given to co-creator Sydney Newman. I'm not an Doctor Who expert, just to state the obvious!

BUT David Whitaker's surviving family members told this to a biographer, and I have no reason to doubt them: in order to pass the time in the utterly boring, anti-child environment of the sanitarium, David and his brother invented a game to play together in their minds. The game was called "Doctor What and Doctor Who."

#doctor who #tuberculosis

[zablife]

Now You Know the Truth (Part 6)

Tommy Shelby x wife reader

Summary: Your plot for revenge against Tommy begins to take shape, but he becomes suspicious.

Author's Note: I intended this to be the last part, but there will be at least one more. Oops 🙈 Side note, Polly died of tuberculosis in my AU.

Warnings: language, medical discussions, gaslighting, mention of pregnancy

Part 5

You talked for what felt like hours with little more than a nod from the man in the white coat sitting across from you. Finally you stopped to inhale deeply, before asking, “Well? Do you understand what it is I need from you?”

“I do,” he nodded quickly, sitting forward to rest his elbows upon his desk. He broke eye contact as he stared out the window of his office, fingers laced tightly and brow etched with concern.

His speech came haltingly, aware of your position, but more keenly, that of your husband. “I understand your predicament, Mrs. Shelby, but I can’t say I agree with this…method,” he attempted not to offend you. “The falsification of medical records, lying to a patient simply to confine him in hospital…it’s…it’s unethical,” he stressed the last word with such distaste your rage bubbled to the surface before you could contain it.

“Unethical?” you scoffed. “What of the months I spent in the care of your nurses and doctors for nervous disorders and fainting spells fabricated by my husband when I couldn’t remember anything about myself? And when you released me, you gave him medication to sedate me at will. Where was your sense of morality then?”

You clasped your hands in your lap to keep them from trembling, but managed to hold the doctor’s gaze firmly. As you did so, you noticed his eyes widen, realizing the harm caused by his miscalculations in judgment.

Clearing his throat of the lump that had formed he began, “Your husband was quite convincing and I wasn’t aware of his intentions to confine you in such a way." He searched your eyes, hoping for forgiveness as he apologized as sincerely as possible. "I am truly sorry for your pain and anguish," he added, lowering his gaze shamefully. Taking another moment to sit with his thoughts he finally leaned across his desk to confide in you.

He glanced toward the door to be certain no one was approaching before adopting a low, conspiratorial tone. Then he advised, “I may be able to assist you. If your husband has these fits, as you say, a case could be made to persuade the layperson.”

You nodded in silent agreement, afraid to give yourself over to hope too quickly. “Please go on, what happens next?” you ventured breathlessly.

———————

“How was the appointment at the hospital, darling? I’m sorry I couldn’t make it,” Tommy apologized as he helped you remove your fur coat.

Turning to him with a tight smile you replied, “The baby’s heartbeat is strong.”

Tommy beamed with pride as he pulled you toward him for an embrace, but the large manilla envelope between you stopped him.

“What’s that?” he asked, eyes darting up to yours suspiciously.

“As I was leaving I saw Dr. Holford and he asked me to give you this,” you informed him as you proffered the envelope carefully. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath, waiting for Tommy to take the baited trap, until he whisked it from your fingers moments later. The air seemed to leave your lungs in one great breath as he strode away from you into his office.

Standing alone in the hallway you found yourself unable to move when you suddenly heard a crash. Rushing toward the noise, you surveyed the damage of the broken carafe lying in pieces and Tommy leaning over his desk, rubbing his eyes. 

“Is everything alright?” you asked sweetly.

“I told the girl to refill the whisky this morning. It’s still empty,” he muttered through clenched jaw.

“Frances will see to it. I meant the envelope,” you gestured where the contents had been scattered.

Clutching a letter in his hand, Tommy turned toward you slowly as he accused, “What do you know about this?”

You gulped as you watched his eyes darken, head tilting as he scanned your face in painstaking detail.

Heartbeat thundering in your chest, you swayed slightly in your heels from fear and exhaustion. Playing to his recent sympathy for the well-being of your child, you asked permission to sit, stalling for time.

Tommy nodded, pulling out a chair, but waited by your side.

“The doctor told me it was urgent…something to do with an x-ray they took from when Polly was ill,” you spoke the lines you’d rehearsed in the car as best you could with the feeling of his hot breath fanning the back of your neck.

Tommy scoffed. “After all this time, now they tell me?” His hand tightened around the back of your chair, causing the wood to crack beneath the pressure and you winced to yourself, wondering if his fingers might creep toward your throat next. He emitted a long, low sigh as he confessed, “Tuberculoma…what the fuck is that?”

As he hovered over you, he pulled an x-ray from the pile of documents and held it to the light for you. “I don’t see anything, do you?” he asked with irritation, shaking it a bit too harshly to straighten it when it folded in on itself.

“I’m not a doctor, Tom,” you demurred, worried his stubbornness would cause the entire plan to fail. Resting your head in your hand you wondered, Why did I believe this could work? But you had to try so you added gently, “Invite him here so he can explain it properly.”

Striding away from you suddenly, Tommy rounded his desk to pick up the phone. As he waited for the operator to connect the call he promised, “We’re all going to have a chat very soon.”

Part 7

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[bassproshopspyramid]

image ID: the destiel breaking news meme, but after cas says "i love you", dean replies:

cas, danaher corporation and it’s subsidiary company cepheid are still charging tuberculosis (TB) patients in low- and middle-income countries $10–$20 to access quick and accurate testing despite the fact that cepheid’s genexpert machine tests were developed with at least $252 million in taxpayer money and doctors without borders found out that the tests only cost $3–$4.50 to produce. TB is a major cause of death and disability, not to mention that the inaccessibility of these tests leads to the spread of drug resistant TB around the globe.

it’s #timefor5. find out how you can help at tbfighters.org

#supernatural #destiel #people over profits #time for 5 #danaher #cepheid #tuberculosis #tb #public health #john green #vlogbrothers #danaher corporation #healthcare #social justice #medicine #epidemic #castiel #dean winchester #hank green #doctors without borders #médicines sans frontièrs #msf #stop tb #stoptb #partners in health #peopleoverprofits #timefor5 #image id #saw a similar one w the destiel template on twxttxr and i had to join in

[princeloww]

The Real St. Judes: Gartloch Hospital - History (abridged)

The Scottish Lunacy Act of 1857 saw the creation of the Glasgow District Lunacy Board. The act, through these boards, aimed to establish and operate "district asylums", which would house patients unable to pay for the already existing "Royal Asylums".

In 1889, the Gartloch Estate was purchased by the City of Glasgow for approximately £8600 (~1 million today). The Glasgow District Lunacy Board were to turn it into an asylum for the mentally ill, and Gartloch Hospital would open in 1896.

In the early 1900s, a tuberculosis sanitorium was opened.

During World War II, Gartloch was temporarily transformed into an Emergency Medical Services Hospital; the psychiatric patients were transferred and housed in other hospitals. After the war, the tuberculosis sanitorium was shut.

Gartloch would fall into the hands of a different board (Board of Management for Glasgow North-Eastern Mental Hospitals), after joining the NHS in 1948.

Although there were 830 beds in 1904, by 1990 there were apparently only 530 - this being just under the amount available when it first opened.

In its last few years, Gartloch would fall under the Greater Glasgow Community and Mental Health Services NHS Trust. In 1996, the hospital officially closed, and was essentially abandoned, until 2003, when plans to turn Gartloch into a village began.

Now, there is a village, "Gartloch Village", surrounding the hospital. The main body, the iconic front we see in Donna Franceschild's TOTA, standing derelict and with boarded windows.

Oh, it's also apparently haunted, according to two nurses.

What was the hospital like?

I've nabbed these (like most of the other information - although I cross-referenced the rest (such as the years) from wikipedia and some other archives) from this article on hiddenglasgow.com.

I was born and lived at 2280 Gartloch Rd (East Cottages) of Gartloch Hospital. My Father, Bill Milne was the Bacteriologist at Gartloch Hospital Laboratory. My Mother was Helen and was the hospital hairdresser. My memories of Gartloch are the most wonderful memories ever. We had the most perfect childhood. The children of employees were involved in lots of differant ways. I remember especially the farm. Our house looked onto the busy fields and the Bishop Loch. We spent many happy summers pickinf tatties with the patients. And in the long cold winters, skating on the Bishop Loch. Christmad parties in the hospital involved all the staff, their children and patients. We got to know many of the patients who had been there most of their lives. Some had been admitted the the unit because of ''having a child out of wedlock'' I have so many stories to tell this page is not big enough! I would love to hear from anyone who remembers Gartloch or who lived/worked there.

Pattie Milne [04/02/2004]

I was talking with my gran t'other night about Gartloch (her maw died in there!) and she remembers these two women that used to walk about when she went visiting. One of them was about 4 foot nothing and the other about 6 foot. They walked up and down the hall, not saying a word to each other, but every now and then the taller one would repeatedly slap the little one on the head (that story seemed funnier when my gran told it!).

Crusty [30/01/2004]

There are a few more interesting stories on the linked article, so if you're interested, I recommend you check them out.

Finally: Takin' Over the Asylum (and other pop culture)

Takin' Over the Asylum aired on the 27th of September, 1994. The six-part drama was filmed in a disused wing of Gartloch, while the hospital was still open and functional. The hospital would close only 2 years after the airing of the show.

Gartloch's iconic, gothic towers would play a key role in the show, and be instantly recognisable to any viewer of TOTA.

Although it shut down in 1996, TOTA would not be the only media produced about the hospital. Wikipedia states that a film was produced in 2005, named (appropriately) "Gartloch Hospital", that covered the history of the hospital. This film went on to win an award in 2007, at the Scottish Mental Health Art and Film Festival, for "Best Factual Film".

Although hidden away, Gartloch hospital has an undeniably interesting history. Personal accounts from the hospital seem to paint it as a fun place, where patients and staff seemed to get along. Knowing the horrors of early mental health treatment, and the abuse many would suffer in these sort of places, we can only hope that these accounts are true and create an accurate image of life surrounding the hospital.

And I wrote all this because I really like David Tennant. Good night

Note the decorative peaks on the towers - they are absent from the rest of the photos. They were reportedly removed in the late 1930's.

SOURCES

Very interesting archive that goes into the history of Gartloch: (link) (source of above images)

Timeline and personal memories: (link)

Overview: Wikipedia (gartloch, Takin' Over the Asylum)

#watch this get 0 notes #david tennant #takin over the asylum #campbell bain #takin' over the asylum #taking over the asylum #donna franceschild #eddie mckenna #fergus mckinnon #fergus mackinnon #francine Boyle #rosalie garrity #history #gartloch hospital

[bomberqueen17]

letters

So in 1944 my grandpa got tuberculosis. It was bad enough that they sent him to a sanitarium up in the Adirondacks for a rest cure, which was what was recommended at the time. He'd been married to my grandmother for just a little while; they had a son, my uncle, and she was pregnant with my dad.

While he was there he wrote letters daily. He wrote a lot of letters, I think, to his parents and sister and friends. But the ones he sent to his wife, my grandma, she kept.

I don't know the chronology of it all, but after Grandma died, probably my dad found the packet of letters, as he was the one who went through her effects-- might have been his little sister, my aunt. Anyway the packet got circulated around, and then came back to my dad, who carefully organized all of the letters into a binder with individual plastic archival sleeves. Someone asked after them recently, and Mom found them and pulled them out. I was over there today, feeding her cat while she's on vacation, and so I leafed through them.

Grandpa's handwriting is similar, a bit, to my late father's, so I was able to read it reasonably easily. He started strong, the first letter he recounts how he fared in the rainstorm he'd apparently left home in, and then asks how Grandma fared.

How are you, my Baby? Did your schooner of sleep bear you safely thru the storm? If it didn't then you won't be reading this sorry excuse for a letter.

In that same letter he goes on to say,

Zounds! How can I create in this infernal bedlam? All the patients are up (as far as possible) and braying, the phone is ringing, Ma is delivering the Gettysburg Address + Pa is making more noise with a piece of wrapping paper than I could make with a hammer and a piece of steele [sic].

It rapidly escalates from there, and in a later letter he explains that the rest cure was so boring he had literally nothing to do, nothing to write home about, and so in an effort to keep from dwelling on how much he hated it there, he would write these flowery, possibly-repetitive love letters, because he simply had nothing else to talk about.

Your accounts of the marital woes of the [illegible, probably neighbors] are really hair-raising, but I don't think that the happiness of our marriage is due entirely to good fortune. As I have always said, we were made for each other a long, long time ago and our hearts refused to love anyone until the right one came along.

Looking at the postmarks, I realized they dated from right around the time of my father's birth, so I found the one that was sent the day after Dad was born, and it did not disappoint.

My beloved Words cannot express just how I feel this morning; I am all mixed up. You are so wonderful that sometimes I wonder what I ever did to deserve you. You are the one who is increasing our fortunes, for truly our children are the treasures that make us rich. You are so brave, so cool that I hold you in undying amazement. I am sure of one thing, My Darling; I know your sons will love you, not just because you are their mother, but for your own precious self, for the truly great woman you are. For the ordeal you have gone thru to bring these precious lives into being, rest assured of the eternal devotion of your menfolk. Last night all I could think of was you. I heard the night train coming into the station and my heart said "Run, run and catch the train before it is too late. Run to your loved ones and to hell with the results. Run, let nothing keep you from their sides." But my head said, "No, don't undo all that has been done. They also serve who stand and wait. Wait, and by so doing, prove your love to be more than the reckless love of youth, prove it to be the wise, guiding love that lives on long after passion has spent itself and thus spent, dies." And so I waited and the train left without me + my heart hated me for it.

Oh boy I cried, I sure did. (I had to look it up; "They also serve who only stand and wait" is from John Milton's Sonnet XIX.)

He always uses beloved or darling or somesuch as the salutation, but he often refers to her as Red within the text of the letters, because she had red hair. He occasionally made saucy references to their sex life, elsewhere in the letters. But mostly it's absolutely banger shit like this:

My thoughts and deeds, my smiles and tears, my happiness, my loneliness, my joy, my sorrow, my every breath, yea, even the final beat of my loving heart are poor blossoms placed on my altar of adoration, raised in humble gratitude to you.

Her name was Margaret, and I never knew her to have any nicknames, she just went by her name. Except to him, apparently. But as for him-- his government name was John, as was my father's, but my father never had to have a nickname, because there was never a day in his life Grandpa went by John. His name was Buddy, everyone called him Buddy, and he signed his letters as Buddy.

He died in January of 1978 of complications related to the damage to his lungs from the tuberculosis (not directly, but it was related). Grandma was standing in the hallway of the hospital, watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up so he could meet my older sister, his third grandchild. He never did meet her.

She died in 2002 of congestive heart failure; I'd spent much of the preceding week with her and she'd spoken mostly of him.

#family lore #letters #history i guess