I was reminiscing about the days/years shortly after my diagnosis. I know a lot of us have really seen the best in those near us around the time of our diagnosis and I thought it could be fun to share some of those stories.
For me, I remember shortly after my diagnosis when I was struggling with giving my insulin (and giving it on time) and my father was getting on my case about it. For those who haven’t seen me mention it earlier – I am and pretty much always have been scared of needles..
I shouted at my dad and I told him that he couldn’t understand because he wasn’t the one who had to take the shots. My dad went out to the drugstore and bought saline and a pack of syringes (I think he may have had to call his doc for a prescription). My next meal, he sat with me, drew up some saline and gave himself the shot (upper arm). It was a powerful moment and while it didn’t ease my nausea over the needles, it went a long way in comforting me.
Okay – your turn…