I’m excited to be participating in Joslin’s National Diabetes Month Blog Project, along with a great bunch of d-bloggers. We have been given four topics to post about and we will share our thoughts on each week’s topic on our blogs. Aside from raising awareness about life with diabetes, we are also pitching in to try to raise some funds for Joslin. You’ll see a link at the end of this post to their fundraising page, if you’d like to donate.
This week’s topic is: The Beginning: Share a story from when you (or the person you blog for/about) were first diagnosed.
I was diagnosed almost 33 years ago, in December of 1979. That’s a long time ago, and although I was old enough to remember (11 years old at the time) a lot of it is fuzzy and forgotten. I remember having to go to the bathroom all the time. I remember not wanting to eat because I felt nauseated. I remember my parents making the decision to take me to the ER. I do know that I was very very close to lapsing into a diabetic coma and that I spent several days in Intensive Care.
But a couple of years ago, my mother filled me in on something I didn’t remember, and on something I never knew. I didn’t remember that on the morning of my diagnosis, I said I was sick and wanted to stay home from school. Apparently, my mom thought I would be fine and sent me in to school. A few hours later, the school nurse called my mom to come pick me up because I was getting worse. I don’t remember any of that.
But here’s the thing that really sticks with me. My mom told me that, to this day, she feels very guilty for sending me to school that day. More than 30 years have passed, and she still feels guilty about it. And to me, the fact that she has lived with those feeling of guilt all of these years is the worst and saddest thing about my diabetes diagnosis.
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