It was recently brought to my attention that I have a unique but limited view of diabetic life in that I know nothing else. I was diagnosed on September 30, 1994. I was 18 months old, and I don’t remember anything before that. So diabetes is just part of my life, not a barnacle part that attached itself unbidden after I set sail in my own journeys, but about as foreign to me as my own fingers.
Most people are fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to experience some part of their life before diabetes sets in and they have to figure out how to live, eat, sleep and survive all over again, years after they already learned all that the first time. \
Gretchen is one of these. She was diagnosed much later in life than I was, and had a difficult time with it. I won’t ruin it for you, but I do admire her for sticking to living, rather than crumbling before being built anew.
Here is Her Story.