I was diagnosed
with type 1 diabetes at the age of 10 in January of 1980. This was something
totally new to our family. We found out later that it did run on both sides,
but it was never discussed. It wasn't as important as the other things our
family lived with. Grandmother was only borderline and great-uncle...I never
knew. It was only through a family friend that we were told that my symptoms
might be diabetes, not something with the kidneys.
As a teenager, I
went through the rebellion. I wanted to be "normal" and do all the
other things that "normal" kids did — eat whatever I wanted and not
have to take shots or check my blood sugar (glucose). At that tender age, I
lost many friends that didn't know or understand what the disease was all
about. But with the help and support of my Mom and other family members, I got
through it.
Now that I am in
my late 30s, I have some of the long-term problems that come with the disease —
diabetic retinopathy, some kidney damage, my hands and feet "go to
sleep" rather quickly, high blood pressure, and a few others. My diabetes
has also become "brittle" — quite hard to control no matter what I
do. But, thank goodness for the insulin pump, in my case. It has made it easier
for me to adjust the amounts of insulin from one hour to the next, so my body
gets the correct amounts as needed. It has meant a lot to my control.
My Mom and Dad
are still a great support system for me, as well as my awesome husband and
teenage daughter and step-son. They help me so much and are such a support to
me. I don't know what I would do without them...and am glad I don't have to
find out!
Sherry C, 38
Angleton, TX
133017