It’s been a while, but we’re back with our ongoing series by and for loved ones of people with diabetes (PWDs), the so-called Diabetic Partner Follies. Today, we’re happy to introduce a very special Type Awesome (those who are loved ones or care for a PWD) — my very own dad, Larry Hoskins!
Not only is he a D-Dad who looked after and helped me become the person I am today, but he’s also a D-Husband; my mom was diagnosed back when she was a child and is now 55 years into her life with type 1.
Given that my wife and I have just returned from vacation and were able to meet up with my parents as they were dog-watching our pup Riley, this was a perfect time for me to talk my dad into sharing his perspective as a Double Type Awesome…
Take it away, Dad!
A Guest Post by Larry Hoskins
My wife Judi and I recently celebrated our 37th wedding anniversary.
It’s hard to believe that we have been together for so many years, but it’s just as amazing in that Judi was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at age 5 in 1958. At the time, doctors told her parents that she would probably not live to see age 21. Obviously and thankfully, they were very wrong.
We met in the early 1970s when we worked together at a Detroit law firm. I was in law school at night and worked as a law clerk during the day, while Judi worked as a legal secretary and paralegal. We worked together on various projects and I knew she had diabetes, but had no idea what the disease was all about. The only thing I knew was that high blood sugar had to be controlled by taking a shot of insulin. Looking back to those days, boy was I uneducated! I had a personal policy of not dating a co-employee and so we almost didn’t get together, but as it turned out, Judi gave her two-week notice to take another job. And so on her last day of work, I asked her out. I am sure glad I didn’t get sick and miss work that day!
Over the first few years of our marriage, I learned much more about diabetes, but had the sh** scared out of me many times when Judi went low and I was unable to wake her. Sometimes orange juice would bring her around, but I did administer glucagon on several occasions. Over time, I also learned to recognize her symptoms of hypoglycemia and many times, stop it before it was too late.
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