When I was diagnosed, the only other person I knew of in my family with D was my paternal grandfather. All I knew about it was that he took insulin, and had to have a sandwich before going to bed.
After my parents got divorced, I lost touch with my dad’s side of the family. I recently found some of my cousins on Facebook, and added them as “friends”. This morning I had a bit of a brainwave - I sent them a message asking if they knew of anyone else in the family with D. Apparently one of my cousins was recently diagnosed with it too, although I’m not sure what type.
I emailed my mom to tell her, and she told me that both of my grandfather’s brothers had D, and that two of my cousins in Canada had it too. Again, I don’t know the type, although I would guess it’s Type 2 given the familial nature of it. Talk about a family history!
It’s funny, that this morning I woke up thinking there wasn’t a particularly strong genetic history of D, and now I know that there is a rather strong one. It’s been quite a morning.