Hello, I am Jemma. I have lived as a diabetic now for 33 years. Diagnosed at age 10 (two months before my 11th birthday) by falling into a coma a week after Halloween...no, I didn't over-dose on bags of candy, I actually had been feeling quite ill, and the only halloween treat I ate was a small box of raisins. No family history of the illness, so the diagnosis was quite a shock. I think it was harder for my parents, as they felt they should have protected me from such a horrible illness. My prognosis for a long and healthy life was not all that hopeful. I was in the initial coma for 4 days, fell into a second coma at age 15, 2 days, and finally, at age 19, after years of rebelling and eating,drinking and generally, not caring, I fell into a third coma and just before slipping into unconsciouness in the emergency room I saw my father crying quietly in the corner of the treatment room and he looked as if he new I was saying good-bye. Well, I am here to say that the image of someone who loved me suffering from my own resistance to accepting my life as a diabetic change my world. I was treated and luckily came out of the comatose state. From that day I decided that I would live with diabetes and I would get through each day with grace, health and I would start living ""the sweet life". I become very involved in my own healthcare. Read a lot about diabetes so that I could educate myself on my body and all the effects. I became food, excercize and emotion conscious as all of these things make a difference in my daily health. I have to children (even though my parents were told that I would never be strong enought to bear children and that I would be lucky to live to age 21) and have been married for 22 years. Some days it just plain old sucks to be diabetic. Nothing I do makes me feel well and I tell my family that I am having a "diabetic day" where I am totally aware of the illness and how the bloodsugar "ups and downs" tire me and make me unhappy and cranky. Some days I feel as if I could run a marathon, climb Mt. Whitney and swim across the ocean...it is that kind of day that I challenge myself to try to have more of than the crummy diabetic days. I am now in my mid forties and my children are grown. I am looking forward to the opportunity to become a grandmother. I believe that living with diabetes has helped me become a strong person, and I know this may sound horrible to many, but I don't think I would have changed my past...yes, I would love to not be diabetic, but at this stage in my life it is a part of who I am, and I like myself...I'm a pretty "sweet" person, if I do say so myself. Thank you for letting me share with you.