I was 7 when I was diagnosed back in 1998. Doctors kept misdiagnosing me for weeks, saying it was just a yeast infection. Finally my mom refused to leave the doctor's office until he could tell her what was really wrong. He sent me for some blood work and phoned our house that night telling mom to take me into the Stollery. My reading was 48 mmol and I was given 2 days left to live if I hadn't been brought in. I've never felt so sick in my life. Still working to get my A1c down to a good level, but I'm close
