My best high school friend died of it in his early 20s. His whole family (mother and sisters) had the genetics for it. Terrible disease. They cut off one of his legs and about a year later it ravaged his body.
The company that I and the diabetic worked at - I came in to work one morning about
a half hour late and the parking lot was in total disarray.
Apparently, this guy nearly passed out while driving to work.
He made it into the parking lot okay, and even a parking space, but
then didn’t stop and rear ended the parked car in the spot in front of him.
Wham! Right into the engineering manager’s one month old 280z,
I can relate to his situation because a few times in the past several
years I had situations where I passed out, or nearly so from
hypoglycemia…low blood sugar. I was riding on one of those electric
riding carts that stores provide for handicapped folks, doing my grocery
shopping in a local Shoprite supermarket, and suddenly I didn’t know
where I was. Okay, I thought to myself, I’m definitely in a supermarket,
but I didn’t know WHICH ONE. I thought like maybe I was at a different one
but I was pretty sure it was a Shoprite. I slumped over the front of the cart
and a store employee asked if I was okay - I explained the situation
and she got me an orange juice to raise my BS.
That one was a weird experience because I remained conscious through
it all.
So you hate leukemia, but do I hate diabetes worse? Can’t tell right now.