I’m not much of a writer, but I think writing about everything that has happened in the last few months might help me deal with it or maybe just understand it a little better. On May 6th, I was diagnosed with type 1. It was all pretty shocking. It still is.
well i was only 9 when i was diagnosed, and i think kids tend to be pretty resilient. i think i would have been more resistant to this if i would have been diagnosed as a teen or adult.
as for ppl saying youll get used to it…i never did. im still not. its been 7 years. the fact is, we’re not normal. not trying to be negative or anything, but its true. all we can do is try our best to control what we have (even though i sometimes epically fail at that).
and for the record, i love sugar too. i still eat it, i just take insulin for it. its not like im gorging myself on it and never exercising. i like to run with my 3 dogs for to stay healthy.
Your story sounds like mine. While deep in DKA, I thought I had the flu. If my husband hadn’t gotten me to the ER, I’d have died. The shock, disbelief & anger are normal feelings. Took a while for the reality to sink in for me. Diagnosed T1 at 53 with no family history. I cried, I screamed & did the “why me” thing. Like everyone, I went through a depressed stage & was scared. Don’t mean this to sound trite, but I got to the point where I just moved forward.
I felt so sick with DKA that I didn’t care what it took to never feel that way again. Keeping my sight, legs & kidneys keeps me motivated when it all gets to be too much. I just do it & don’t fight it.