My teenage years were a struggle, to say the least. I was a typical teenager, combating hormones, stress from school, and lack of self-confidence. Then throw diabetes into the mix, and you have yourself a world full of trouble.
John was a godsend. A wake-up call, shall you say. This is what could happen if I don't take care of myself.
Finding out that you have diabetes is a very difficult concept to process, no matter the age. But being that I was 12 years old at the time, I feel that it inhibited my conscious effort to accept being diabetic. Looking back, I'm surprised that I'm alive today.
Diabetes doesn't always come in the shapes and sizes that we think of either. To be sure, it is easy to blame the disease on "poor lifestyle choices" made by individuals who could otherwise prevent the afflictions of the disease on themselves. But the potential for developing the disease also has to do with genetics.
Yes, it happened. For a few blessed, fleeting hours, I actually forgot that I have Type 1 diabetes. I'm not talking about pushing it into the back of my mind, but completely and totally forgetting about it. Everything.
Trust me when I say that the emotional side of diabetes is a huge piece of the puzzle and if it is not taken into consideration, it can unravel all well-laid diabetes plans. So if you love a woman with Type 1, maybe this blog will give you a little something to consider. Or maybe you already know everything. That being said....
We're talking about drugs whose costs have been paid for and whose benefits are needed by real people right now. The Bottom Line: patients should not be paying inflated prices for drugs they desperately need.
It seems that we adult Type 1s who have officially aged out of the juvenile stage and who aren't sick are now going around confusing everybody. Sorry. I lived.