Who were you with when you were first diagnosed? I was by myself. I bumped into my pastor in the waiting room beforehand, though, and told him what was going on when he asked me why I was there. He told me he would pray and that helped me feel less alone. What were you doing when you had that thought "something is wrong"? After a week of 2 or 3 nightly bathroom trips. Since type 1 runs in my family, I knew that I was experiencing symptoms. I tried to explain it away, though, and didn't get it checked out until a month later. I was doing laundry and needed half an hour to haul my laundry up the three flights of stairs from the dorm laundry room to my room. When I was done, I needed an hour long nap to recharge.
When were you diagnosed? January 24, 2012. My blood sugar was 342; high enough to make me feel really bad, but not high enough to require hospitalization (thankfully!).
Where were you when you first heard the D word? I don't remember where I was when I first heard the word, but I know I was about 9 years old. I first learned about type 1 when my cousin was diagnosed at the age of 7.
Why do you feel you're one of the lucky ones with diabetes? I don't really like the word "lucky" in this question, because I don't really believe in luck. However, I do have a lot to be thankful for. First, I am very thankful that I'm alive and fairly healthy. Prior to the isolation of insulin, people with diabetes lived short, painful lives. Life with diabetes might not be fun, but I'm grateful for the chance to live!
I'm also grateful that I don't have to deal with diabetes on my own. I have an uncle and two cousins with t1 diabetes, so I've known the basics of type 1 for a long time and I know they're there for me when I have questions and need support. (My patient uncle put up with calls from me at all hours of the day and night in the weeks immediately following my diagnosis and still gets lots of calls). My boyfriend's sister has type 1 as well, so he was in some ways more familiar with it than I was when I was first diagnosed and has been a great help as I'm in the process of adjusting. I've got many, many supportive friends at school as well who have driven me to appointments and the pharmacy (I don't have a car at school).
I don't understand why, but I believe God allowed diabetes in my life for a reason, and I'm confident that He will bring good out of it, even though diabetes itself is bad. One of those good things is increased humility. It's reminded me that I'm not invincible and given me greater sensitivity to struggles other people are facing.