I was diagnosed with Type 1 in November 1979. I had just turned 18. Mom took my brothers, sister and me to a screening just because it runs in the family. I remember filling out the questionnaire and answering yes to all of the questions about the symptoms. I still didn't think anything of it. A few days later, Mom picked me up from my new job and took me to the dr. and from there took me right to the hospital where I stayed for a week. I don't know what my BG or my A1c was. I had a very hard time dealing with it. I still do sometimes (often). And I hate it that the insurance plays such a big part in my health care.
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