I started riding a motorcycle because God told me I needed to learn about courage. At the time, I wondered why I would need such an object lesson. Shortly after that, I was told I had diabetes T2. I went through all the stages… denial, grief, research, then acceptance. For the most part, I handled it with diet and exercise, Metformin and Glipizide. After my husband was killed, my life turned upside down and stress took its toll. In spite of my best efforts, my BS climbed dangerously higher and higher. After reading this forum, I felt relieved to find others like me who use insulin to control what seemed an impossible task. I’m happy to say that my numbers are going down slowly and I feel better about me. Thanks to this community, I’m not alone and feel your support. Thank you so much for being here for me. I hope I can be of help to someone and pass it forward.