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A Life with Diabetes 
(Like many people facing diabetes, Melissa had a hard time coming to terms with her diagnosis. If you're just joining us, read the rest of her story.)
If you believe everything happens for a reason, then you'll like this part of the story. On my first day as a waitress, a fine young man named Tim was in charge of training me. We worked together often, quickly became friends, and six months later, we had our first date. To make a long story much shorter, Tim and I eventually moved in together. While Tim had seen more than one seizure at this point in our relationship, living with me was a much more intense experience. He now not only had the joy of bringing me out of seizures, getting bitten and punched while I was seizing, but soon he was so concerned about me that he rarely slept through the night. Nearly all of my seizures occurred in the early morning hours, usually between 3 and 5 a.m. To no surprise, Tim would often wake up several times a night in a panic. After a few months of his lack of sleep and the increased strain I was putting him through, I realized how selfish I was being all these years. It was beyond just me not being fair to myself and ruining my own health. Strangely, he was the first person that really showed me what affect my poor control, seizures, and bad health had on the ones that loved me. All these years, I had been having seizures and low blood sugars and never really thought how tough it must be to feel like you have to take care of someone that is supposed to be an adult. It's very hard to watch someone you love be so self-destructive. With this new knowledge (and guilt), I realized that I needed to grow up - with respect to my diabetes at least.
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