Here’s what I remember:
It was nearly 15 years ago: September 2004. I was 34. Just one semester left in nursing school. Mom to a 4-year-old. At my routine annual physical, I mentioned to my doctor that I’d been having some vaginal itching. Yeast infection. My first ever. I left with a prescription and I stopped at the bookstore on the way home and found a book about treating yeast infections with diet.
The next day I received a call from the doctor’s office. My routine blood work had come back with a wonky blood sugar result and I needed to go back and have it repeated. When I returned to the office a couple days later, the medical assistant poked my finger and stepped out of the room. I sat in the room for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the doctor to come in.
She breezed into the room and cheerily said “Well, it looks like you have diabetes!” She was probably trying to put a good face on what was sure to be a devastating diagnosis for me, but...