If this sounds dramatic, it is: on October 14, 2014 I lost my health. After an intense month of wide-ranging medical symptoms, I finally hauled myself to the doctor’s office to receive the news that I had been dreading: I had type 1 diabetes.
Two weeks after the diagnosis I sat in a week-long diabetes clinic that taught newly diagnosed T1Ds the ins-and-outs of managing the disease. I distinctly remember the diabetes educator commenting on my stoic demeanor and how she was concerned that I was not processing my diagnosis. I felt defensive towards her comment, like “back off lady – you don’t know me!” When the conversation came up later that week about how people grieve the loss of health I was already tuned out. Continue reading What I Learned From Grieving the Loss of My Health