When Theresa Reardon from London set out on a mission to fix a longstanding dental problem, she never imagined it would take a lifetime’s search before finding the answer . . . in Dudley.
Even a trip as a dental tourist to a Budapest clinic delivered only disappointment.
Remarkably, she never lost hope that one day she’d stumble upon a happy clinical outcome, despite decades of false dawns.
Even more exceptional was that although in her senior years her singularly determined endeavour was not diminished by the passing of time or the catalogue of dental failures that charted her life.
“I was determined to find an answer, and I found Mr Steven Burchell at the Denture Clinic,” she declares.
Her breakthrough came eight years ago while looking after a doctor in Wolverhampton, but never realised a story she was reading in the local newspaper would have such an impact on her daily living.
The devout Catholic from County Cork in southern Ireland, who moved to London when she was 25, adds: “I’d come to Wolverhampton and in a quiet moment was reading the free paper, The Chronicle. I saw a story there about a lady who couldn’t eat properly and how Steven had sorted her out, so I kept the cutting.”
Eight years passed before she was prompted to look at the narrative again after her denture prescription from the Hungarian capital broke.
“I read it over and over again, booked an appointment, got on the train and made my way to Dudley,” she recalls.
Theresa suffered all her denture life with a protruding lower bite where the bottom teeth are more prominent than the upper. This can sometimes make chewing difficult and patients self-conscious.
“I could never bite an apple and had to chew very carefully. My bottom dentures were so unstable my diet was always restricted,” she says.