While I was diagnosed on October 15, 1978, I celebrate my anniversary on the 18th as that was when I awoke from the coma and found out that I had diabetes. At the time, the doctors told me that I would be dead by 40, blind, with an amputation, and on dialysis. Spent first couple of decades thinking I was rebelling against my doctors, only to find that I was actually rebelling against the chance of a good life. The past 20 years, or so, I have embraced diabetes as part of what makes me, me. Grateful to say that I am now 49, with all of my body parts and am living a Sweet Life with diabetes!