I’m waiting for my latest diaversary, which will be on April 9. This will be my 60th time “celebrating” my life with Type 1 diabetes.
It’s amazing that I’m still around, since when it started I was totally misdiagnosed, since I didn’t fit the (then) classical model for diabetes… I wasn’t an overweight middle aged man. Mind you this WAS in 1956, and Type 1 was first defined in 1952.
Anyway, I had been suffering the symptoms for a few days, and was taken to a family doctor. He said I was out in the sun too much and needed to be kept in around noon, and gave me salt pills. The morning of my Mom’s birthday I had so much abdominal pain that they finally took me to the emergency room. The first doctor that saw me was a surgeon, who insisted, over Mom’s protests, that I had acute appendicitis. He operated to remove my healthy appendix and I went into diabetic ketoacidosis on the operating table.
While that was going on my parents decided they couldn’t trust the doctors. Mom knew that her grandfather had had diabetes in the early 1900’s and her sister had developed it some time after marrying and moving away, but she didn’t know anything about the symptoms. They found a new pediatrician that had just opened his practice. HE knew about Type 1 diabetes. As soon as I left the operating room in DKA he had me given insulin. They kept giving it to me until the initial dosage reached 1050 units, and I was starting to respond.
It took 2 days for me to regain consciousness, but it was by no means certain that I ever would. My parents, doctor and nurse were all holding a death watch in my room when I opened my eyes.
So now I’ve been diabetic for almost 60 years and am doing fine. Have been online in various diabetes lists and groups for the last 30 years. Glad to finally find a Type 1 dedicated group!