Sometimes, I think about what could have been done differently in the diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes. I can't help it. Had I been diagnosed sooner, I would have had time to process the reality of the situation and dealt with it more calmly. At least, that's what I tell myself. Of course, I'll never find out. No, having Type 1 is NOT the end of the world, thanks to the invention of insulin in 1922. Before then, Type 1 was a death sentence. It almost was for me, thanks to a negligent nurse practitioner.
Towards the end of 2003, I was taking classes at the state community college. My mom wasn't doing so well. I figured stress was the culprit of my increased appetite and fatigue. Oh, and I losing weight, bit by bit. My doctors agreed with me that I was overwhelmed. I wasn't sleeping well and my body was out of whack. Boy, was it ever! And things would only get worse before they could get better.
To be continued-
Check this link out of you want to learn more. http://www.nobelprize.org/educational/medicine/insulin/discovery-insulin.html
Towards the end of 2003, I was taking classes at the state community college. My mom wasn't doing so well. I figured stress was the culprit of my increased appetite and fatigue. Oh, and I losing weight, bit by bit. My doctors agreed with me that I was overwhelmed. I wasn't sleeping well and my body was out of whack. Boy, was it ever! And things would only get worse before they could get better.
To be continued-
Check this link out of you want to learn more. http://www.nobelprize.org/educational/medicine/insulin/discovery-insulin.html
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