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That is the first line of Andie Dominick’s 1998 memoir, also titled Needles, on growing up with type one diabetes…

Since September of 1986, when I was seven, I have been living with type 1 diabetes. Day one of diabetes is mostly a blu…

Life – particularly with diabetes on board – is a series of choices. Looking back on the 20 years of my daughter Lauren’…

Asking what a clear liquid smells like sounds like an oxymoron, although it makes sense. Of course I’m talking about ins…

The theory in my family is that my pancreas had been dying a slow death for fifteen years. A cow’s milk-related allergy …

I adopted my first dog, a scruffy 10-pound terrier mix named Frankie, when I was an adult and fairly clueless about all …

Living with diabetes is stressful, frustrating and exhausting, and my general response to people who encourage me to fin…

There’s another kind of auntie our world needs: this one’s bond with the person comes not from blood, but from blood sug…

Although I was diagnosed three years ago, and Jack three months ago, neither of us has taken a speck of insulin. Having …

I called my friend Anne from the ER. “Lauren’s in the hospital,” I said. “She was just diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. A…