Received my 50 year medal today from Lilly. Gee, the things I remember about being diagnosed:
My BG was like 700 something but I didn’t feel sick at all. I spent 7 days in the hospital, was bored so they sent me to an actual weaving class in occupational therapy. I missed my home and my dog.
Mom promised if I was well behaved ( I hid in the back seat of her car because I was so afraid of the hospital) and went to the hospital I would be allowed to take dance classes when I got out. We had just moved to a new house and a nice dance school was just one street over. I spent 25 years in dance. I guess that means I was a good patient…or something.
I got a degree in dance and theater, but the dance department really labeled diabetics as weak and I’m pretty sure that has been challenged and cleared up by now. I came home from college with a BFA and my future husband. He is dealing with cancer right now, so his support all these 50 years, is now a bit reversed. Still keepin’ on, by God’s grace.