How I survived childhood diphtheria, but many others didn't

It was July 1955.

I was 10-years old and had just returned from a fantastic beach holiday with my grandparents in the north of Sri Lanka. During the holiday we had attended some village wedding ceremonies that I thoroughly enjoyed, mingling in the midst of it all, as kids do.

I cannot remember having fever, but I had a severely sore throat for 2-3 days. One day when my father returned home from work around 6pm, my mother advised that I should be taken to the doctor for a check-up.

He took me to our regular GP, who had one look at my

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