Joslin Blog Project: The Beginning

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These wonderful bloggers are working together to raise money for Joslin’s High Hopes Fund, by writing one post per week for the Project during November, National Diabetes Month. They are showing their dedication to helping Joslin find the best treatments and continue research towards a cure. You can contribute by visiting the Joslin Blog Project fundraising website.

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Week 1 Prompt: The Beginning Share a story from when you (or the person you blog for/about) were first diagnosed

Baseball, Boston, and Bloodsugar

“When I was diagnosed I was 15 years old and I was a freshman in high school. More over than just being a freshman, I was a freshman athlete. When I was in football training camp, I felt myself getting weaker everyday, going from being competitive on the field to not being able to even make it through drills in full. After practice each day I would return to the locker room with my teammates and start drinking water, and I could drink almost all of my gallon cooler at a time, which I never thought anything of.”
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“In the very beginning…… I remember growing really tall that summer before I was diagnosed and being happy that my two front teeth had finally grown in after almost a year of me being without them.

I was lanky and my mom had to keep buying me clothes that summer because everything was getting to short.

And then there was a bad bike accident that August where there was some internal bleeding.

By the end of August I continued to get thinner and taller, so much so that the new bathing suit my mom bought me at the beginning of the summer started to get loose.

But I kept getting growing so my parents didn’t think to much of it…. at least not at first.”
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One Third of a Muffin

“ ‘Breathe on me.

Again. Breathe on me.’

I breathed into the doctor’s face at least 10 times. His bug-eyes were tightly closed behind his coke bottle glasses. It was as if he was breathing in a fine wine, making sure his nose was firmly planted in the glass (in this case, the glass was my face…).

‘Yes. It’s fruity. A sign of Juvenile Diabetes.’ ”
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Six Until Me

“Before starting second grade, I started to wet the bed again.  Nothing too dramatic, but enough that my parents were concerned.  I seemed healthy, otherwise, so their response to this odd bedwetting revival was to buy an alarm that connected to my underpants.

‘If you start to pee, these two metal pieces will connect and an alarm will go off.  That way, you won’t wet the bed and you can get up and use the bathroom!’  My mom seemed pleased, hoping this would fix the problem.”
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Tales of Swaging

“Being diagnosed as an adult, I have lived longer without diabetes than with it. Most of my memories are from a time when diabetes was just something I had heard about in passing (from this guy

I remember when the only thing that made me think twice about what I ate was bikini season.

I remember going to the gym whenever I wanted and staying as long as I wanted without having to check and recheck my blood sugar and bring a small convenience store worth of snacks and glucose tabs ‘just in case.’

I remember the fear setting in when I realized something was wrong and we had to get to the bottom of it.”
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Texting My Pancreas

“It’s tough for me to remember much about my diagnosis with type 1 diabetes, over 26 years ago. I was just six years old, and anything that didn’t involve My Little Ponies or She-Ra is pretty fuzzy in the memory department. (As it should be?) I do have faint recollections of my hospital stay and of the friends and family that came to visit me, and I recall bits and pieces of learning how to prick fingertips, how to administer injections, and how to count the food I was eating.”
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“I was diagnosed almost 33 years ago, in December of 1979.  That’s a long time ago, and although I was old enough to remember (11 years old at the time) a lot of it is fuzzy and forgotten.  I remember having to go to the bathroom all the time.  I remember not wanting to eat because I felt nauseated.  I remember my parents making the decision to take me to the ER.  I do know that I was very very close to lapsing into a diabetic coma and that I spent several days in Intensive Care.

But a couple of years ago, my mother filled me in on something I didn’t remember, and on something I never knew.”
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