Thank you for your feedback - it's all very interesting & valuable knowledge.
Like some of you, I was young when I was diagnosed at 15 1/2, in 1969. My first internist was fantastic, and gave me loads of reading material, so I could learn as much as possible. I moved away for about 9 years, and had doctors who weren't really able to help me with my diabetes (one was a pediatrician who said, "You have to eat something sweet in the morning, like a pastry (!!)", whom I met regularly in the E.R.. I moved back to my home town and better care. When my original doctor retired, I wound up with an endo. who only repeated, "Diabetes is a chronic, metabolic condition, and you CANNOT skip a meal!". Never learned anything new from that doctor. That became tiresome after a while, and I found another endo. who was brilliant, who continued to keep me up to par on the latest & the greatest research and treatments. I never stopped subscribing to Diabetes Forecast, ever.
What I did in the meantime, was eat healthy foods, exercise whenever possible, found that I had to have a stand-up job, where I could work the same hours, every day, and keep a fairly rigid routine, sleep-wise. Urine tests, test strips, and finally a blood glucose meter enabled me to move in the right direction, but, it wasn't until I went on the pump that my diabetes control dramatically improved. I test my blood 9-10 times, daily.
I managed to thrive, despite the ups and downs, because I had vowed that I would never go blind, lose a limb, or become a statistic, due to diabetes. Before I went on the pump, I was taking 5 shots per day, to try to maintain some kind of "control" of my diabetes. I had graphs which showed my numbers see-sawing, up & down, between 30 and 300, most weeks. I had the dawn phenomena, and rebounded regularly with mid-morning shaky lows. My first complication was gum disease, so I learned how to be a maniac about my teeth. I had numerous hand surgeries (carpal tunnel, Dupuytren's contracture, trigger fingers) due to neurological problems, and eventually was diagnosed with Sarcoidosis. Now that could kill me, if it migrates to my heart or lungs. My hands were fairly ruined by the time I'd had 9 or 10 hand surgeries. I was advised to apply for SSDI, and was fortunately accepted. 36 years on the job helped tremendously.
Since I retired from the working arena, I've kept busy with daily walks, bi-weekly hikes in the hills (2-3 1/2 miles), and moving, moving, moving. I try not to sit too long, and seldom watch tv or a movie. I continue to eat at pretty much the same time, every day, despite having flexibility with the pump, exercise, especially after dinner, and sleep for the same amount, every night.
This is a pretty round-about way of describing how I've thrived with Type 1 diabetes for the past 48 years. We have to be our own best doctor, listen to our bodies, pester advise nurses when needed, and treat ourselves nicely.
I have to go run up and down some stairs, now.