Last year while pregnant with my third child, I felt unusually tired. I reasoned that taking care of my two sons and growing a third was more than my body could handle. But then I noticed something else—my exhaustion peaked just after meal times. If I ate pizza, pasta, or a bagel, not only did I feel drowsy, but I felt like I had weights attached to my body. Every movement was sluggish, almost impossible. I couldn’t keep up with my daily routine, and my kids were spending time in front of the TV instead of with me. I went from...

Last week I put up an essay here that I wrote about Mike’s type 1 diagnosis.  I wrote the essay before I knew about my own diabetes.  I think quite a bit about the difference between my reaction to Mike’s diagnosis and the reaction I’ve had to my own. When Mike was diagnosed I felt driven to find a cure for him.  I wasn’t prepared to resign him to a life of diabetes.  With my own diagnosis it’s been different.  I haven’t been focused on finding a cure for myself–surprisingly-I’ve...

Below you’ll find an essay I wrote last year for the Financial Times.  I wrote the piece about my husband’s type 1 diabetes diagnosis, the way he took it in stride, and the way I did not.  I wanted to cure him, and I still do.  Since the publication of the essay, I too have been diagnosed with type 1.  I know it’s an unusual situation.  It’s also a frustrating one, about which I have a lot to say.  I offer “The Search For A Sweet Solution” now as background information for my readers, and I will refer to...

It wasn’t what I expected to hear at 35 years old– I was a confident, strong, happy, business developer, except for one thing—my body had failed me.  I was diabetic.  I didn’t cry about it until years later, but I was shocked to hear that the dreadful disease that had taken my father’s right leg, half his left, and his eyesight, was coming after me. My first reaction was to try to make some sense of it all.  How did I get diabetes?  I was healthy.  Ok, I was a few pounds overweight, but I worked out and worked hard. ...