A year ago today, I sat in my doctor’s office. I was leaving for a cruise with my then-boyfriend the next day. I had gone in a few days prior for a physical because I needed a prescription for motion sickness patches. I figured that doing a physical rather than a well visit would mean my insurance would cover the appointment I really just made to get the patches. I have never been so grateful to be cheap.
When my doctor insisted I come in for a follow-up, I tried to tell him that I couldn’t come because I had a cruise to go on the next day. He insisted I make time. I’m glad I listened. He told me that I had diabetes. It’s funny to me now but my first question was “can I still go on the cruise?” I’m pretty sure I was in shock. We talked through my immediate treatment needs and some additional tests I would need to go through to ensure I could go on the cruise the next day. I took most of it in stride before truly breaking down.