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.
Who: I wasn't actually present. At dx I was in a coma induced by DKA. I didn't really wake up until the ICU--my mother was there and told me I'd been diagnosed with diabetes.
What: I'd been ignoring symptoms for a couple of months. Probably the biggest clue was having to get up in the middle of some movie to go to the bathroom. And being willing to drink from the fountains at the theatre. And then there was that last really bad nausea thing that I had going on.
When: 24 July 2008. I was 31 years old.
Where: In connection with my personal body? In the ICU as I was drifting back to consciousness. I'd heard of it before, but not in connection with me or anyone else in the family.
Why: I don't know. Sometimes bad things happen, and there isn't ever a good reason. I just have an overactive immune system, I guess. I may never know the proximate cause. But it doesn't really matter, I just have to deal with the reality I've been given,
Who: my mother.
What: I was making a new notch in my belt because it had gotten too big.
When: September 1, 2006- about two years later.
Where: Ironically, I had been interested in diabetes for years. The first time somebody agreed with me that my symptoms might be diabetes was when I was talking to my boss about my symptoms, about two weeks before I was diagnosed.
Why: 'Cause I'm special.
Who and what and where all go together for me. I had been wondering for a couple months about increased thirst and peeing. Then I started losing weight without trying which at my age (58) was definitely odd. I knew the first two things were indicative of Diabetes but didn't know about the weight loss so I looked it up online and saw it was. So I asked my doctor for a blood test. When they called and said my fasting blood sugar was 325 I didn't know what the number meant, so just said "so that means I have Diabetes?" I wasn't surprised and just assumed I had Type 2 as that "was what people my age got". The doctor assumed the same and I didn't figure out any different for 15 months. When Original diagnosis - July 2007. Correct Diagnosis and treatment - February 2009
why am I lucky? Because I'm smart enough and the internet is here and TuD is here, to figure out I'm actually Type 1. Because I have good insurance (even into retirement) and can pay for my medical needs including my pump. Because I have all of you.