I’m three weeks into having type 1 diabetes (T1D) and very grateful that it’s 2017. If it were 1919, I’d have a painful year and a half to live while slowly dying from starvation. That’s a scary thought.
Today, my endo says I have a normal life expectancy and she wouldn’t expect me to ever need anything amputated. That’s a relief. She also says that within my life time there will be a cure. “I’m a pessimist, Jo. And even I think there will be a cure in the next ten years,” is how she phrased it last week. Continue reading