My mom phoned my grandmother to wish her merry Christmas. We don’t have much to do with that side of the family, since the divorce. But, that is where the D-genes come from. My mom was telling her about how I’m not diabetic any more, and my gran mentioned that I have an aunt with D too.
So that would make it:
Grandfather
Aunt
Cousin
Me
with D in South Africa.
In Ireland, my grandfather’s brothers. In Canada, two aunts and a cousin (I think, I get vague here).
So, although my D has officially passed, I suspect it’s a matter of time before T2 hits. I guess I’d better live a preventative lifestyle now, while I can, and wait for the future. I’ve done D before though, and I can do it again, so I’m not too scared. But I am going to make the most of my time now, while I have it!