Over the years, I've written a fair amount about the depression I fight with (example). It's a gray shadow that follows me through life, and when I was diagnosed with diabetes in May I thought that the darkness would really set in very hard. But it didn't.

After about 90 days, I was scheduled to have both another blood test and another doctor's visit to see how my adaptations to the diabetic life were working out. I simply hoped that my numbers were on the right track.