Telling 127 People My Diabetes Diagnosis Story
More A Sweet Life Aug 8, 2011, 10:58 am
This past weekend was my ten-year high school reunion in Columbus, Ohio. It’s 2:45 A.M. PST and I just back from the airport, so I don’t know that my reflections will be as eloquent as they might be after several hours of sleep, but here I am. It was a wonderful, wonderful weekend. I was not surprised to see all of my classmates looking healthy and happy and truly thriving, despite all kinds of setbacks life laid before them. I was reunited with dear friends I haven’t seen for years and I had the privilege of hearing the details of their daily lives. Food, drinks, conversation, and karaoke: the makings of a successful high school reunion.
As I flew home last week, I tried to prepare myself for how the weekend might go. I knew everyone would ask about where I was, what I was doing, how I was living my life, etc. I knew, too, that intertwined in each of those stories was my diagnosis story. We had 127 people in our graduating class and, while I knew that not all of our classmates would be in attendance, I knew I would be telling my story a few times over the weekend. As I’ve mentioned previously, the storytelling can be quite exhausting. I thought
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