I've been with my wife now for 10 years this year, she's been type 1 since the age of 12 she's 32 now.
I remember the first thing that caught my eye with her was why she had this huge needle on break at work and why it was being injected into her stomach, so I asked my friend and he said "ohhh she's diabetic".
I literally knew nothing about diabetes, she was so intriguing too me, we worked nights together and one thing led to another and we ended up dating. She told me a few weeks in that her blood drops low regularly and that her fits was pretty bad, she wasn't looking after herself that well putting insulin on her test strips so it would raise her levels for the doctors.
The first fit she had was nothing I'd ever witnessed before, what was more shocking was I didn't panic I listened to her asked her what she needed and sat with her.
There's been worse fits over the years (always lows) she's forgot who I was, threw the toaster at me, I've walked in and found her lying on the kitchen floor with our dog licking jam off of her fingers, I had to call the ambulance out when we bought our son home the first night because it had dropped to 1.5 and I couldn't bring her round, carried her home when we took the dog a walk and she felt low.
We have 3 kids now, a house, still the same dog and I still find her as interesting, beautiful, funny and intriguing as I did the first time I saw her, a lot has changed she has a pump now and is being tested for a pancreas transplant or islet transplant.
The point is I'm over the moon she may be getting the transplant but I wouldn't have changed the past ten years for anything, if anyone reads this and has any questions I'll answer them, or if you are reading and are type 1 or 2, I respect everything you go through the highs and lows 😉
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