I was told writing a letter to diabetes would be cathartic, so here goes…
I was a fairly healthy 34 year old, slightly overweight but with decent eating habits and a regular exercise regimen. Before diagnosis, I only thought of Type 1 as something that affected other people’s kids. I barely knew the difference between Type 1 and Type 2. I went on a date with my wife to celebrate our anniversary and found that I couldn’t get enough water. After doing the paranoid internet research doctors just love, I called my GP and she had me come in the next day. Within 24 hours of normal, my whole life was turned inside-out. You have completely consumed my life since that fateful day. I think I’ve researched all there is to research on the worldwide web. All my mental energy is being spent wondering about what comes next. Am I still in the honeymoon phase, or is my low-carb diet paying off? Will my insulin needs increase drastically all of a sudden or is it a slow burn? Do other Type 1’s just eat too many carbs and that’s why they have such drastic highs and lows, or is that just how my life will be in the near future? Will my 10 year old daughter develop type 1?
Because of you, I will always have to count on civilization not collapsing so I can still procure insulin. Because of you, I will always have to have a job that provides really good insurance. Because of you, there is a much higher likelihood my wife will become a widow and my daughter fatherless.
Hey Diabetes, go ■■■■ yourself.