What I learned as a kid

I never remember my mother overly discussing the diabetes with me or anyone else. I'm sure she did talk about it with friends, I just never knew about it. I was also in my late teens before I realized diabetes could kill me. What I clearly remember is the way I reacted to the diagnosis both immediately after and for years to come. Simple acceptance.

I never questioned 'why me?' I never cried for the fact that I had this disease. I never ignored it. I was never embarrassed about it and I never blamed God or anyone else. Years later, I could see it for what it really was, a genetic roll of the dice. I was just one of millions that developed it. No one else in my family has Type 1. Such is life.

Over twenty years later, I blame my mother for my lack of memories. It was in her strength, confidence and faith in me that I can now see my childhood as 'normal'. She gave me the ability to see my disease as an important aspect of my life but not the all-consuming thing it could have been. I learned from her to control it instead of letting it control me. I learned from her the self-reliance that has served me well through the years. Best of all, she gave the ultimate gift, the belief that there was more to me than diabetes.

Thanks Mom!

To everyone reading my articles I would like to say thank you. I have one more planned article and then I would like your input. I can keep writing about my experiences but that's exactly what they are, mine. Everyone is different and experience things differently. I'd like to hear from you what you want to read. We could do a Q & A for April. Send some questions to me if you'd like. The more technical, the more likely I'll refer you to a doctor or diabetes educator but day-to-day living I can handle. So let me know what you think. Post a message or email me directly at alantzy@angelalantzy.com.

Thanks,

Angela

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