Diagnosed in 1965
I was diagnosed with Type 1 in 1965. It seems like it's been a long time, and it feels like I have never been without my Type 1.
I hadn't been feeling well, and my mom--a nurse--took my urine to the clinic where she worked. A few minutes after she gave the sample to her lab co-worker, he came running down the hall, saying, "Get your daughter to the hospital. She has diabetes."
It was a total shock. I was in the hospital about a week, and then I was sent out into a world that seemed completely altered. Nothing ever seemed the same to me. I had a long time resisting and denying. But it didn't go away.
I do ok now. I get angry still, though. I do the old "why me?" thing. But I have dealt with this for 49 years, and I plan to keep going as long as I can.
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