Final Hours Of Normal Life – DIAGNOSIS DAY

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The date was January 28th, 1984 and I was on my to way to Dr. Abbott’s office because my mom was worried. I’d lost 8 lbs. and word on the street, I went from being an obedient, sweet child to a total nightmare. I demanded eating and freaked out if I was denied food or drinks. I have NO recollection of this part of my life. My 600+ blood sugar confirmed my doctor’s worst fear, I had Type 1 diabetes. Dr. Abbott cried as she explained what this meant. My only response was, “You mean no more Snickers?” My mom was given two choices:

  1. Rush me to Children’s Hospital.
  2. Dr. Abbott was going to call an ambulance.

There was no time waste – I was coma bound. Continue reading