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  1. Riva
    Riva July 26, 2011 at 6:44 am | | Reply

    Amy, writing to u froM a positive psychology conference while on the treadmill btwn lectures, maybe we can’t do it all, maybe we can, but diabetes can push us to do more than we ever dreamed – including writing comments while on a treadmill :-) Good on ya for the book and your achievements and willingness to ask for help. Yes, its a transformational journey. Riva

  2. shannon
    shannon July 26, 2011 at 10:33 am | | Reply

    excellent post, thank you for sharing.

  3. Lauren
    Lauren July 26, 2011 at 3:01 pm | | Reply

    I just pre-ordered your book! I can’t wait!!! It sounds great!!

  4. June S
    June S July 27, 2011 at 6:20 am | | Reply

    I’m looking forward to reading your book! Excellent post! BTW, the first person you meet after you’re diagnosed can make a difference in how you care for yourself. I was diagnosed at the age of sixteen, some thirty-nine years ago. The first Type I diabetic I met, soon thereafter, was the good friend of my cousin. This Type I young lady (let’s call her Cindy) was an example of everything you should NOT do if you have Type I. Cindy was 21 years old when I was 16, and she had been diagnosed as an infant – back in the DARK AGES of diabetes when her mother had to squeeze the urine out of her diapers to determine her urine glucose level. According to my cousin, Cindy’s mother controlled every morsel she put into her mouth, until she was about 14 years old, at which point she said to Cindy: “You’re on your own now.” Cindy rebelled, and drank regular soda instead of diet, and ate everything her heart desired. She was (unfortunately) only injecting one shot of long-acting insulin per day (the way they did back then) while I, thankfully, had been put on two shots daily of a combination of NPH and Regular (not an ideal regimen, but my BG’s were better than they would have been on one shot daily.) I could tell that Cindy was unhealthy, and did not want to live as she did. Ultimately, Cindy passed away at the age of 30, from bedsores that would not heal. She was blind and on dialysis. I’ve done much better than she, but my heart still breaks for that young woman, who would have fared badly because of no blood glucose meters and a doctor who put her on one shot a day. Sorry for the sad post, but watching an out-of-control Type I soon after my diagnosis made me want to live much differently than that person.

  5. Jennifer
    Jennifer July 27, 2011 at 6:42 am | | Reply

    I appreciate your post and introduction to your book. Sounds like a good read. I do love the DOC and it’s nice to know you’re not alone, almost all of the time that is nice to know!

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