At 12 years old, Tom Atwood thought "diabetes" sounded like a death sentence, but the diagnosis ended up setting the course for a whole new life.
By Tom Atwood
When I was 12 years old, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes
. It was the first day of summer vacation, and I had gorged myself on cupcakes at our end-of-the-year party the day before. After months of feeling off, low energy and frequent trips to the bathroom, this sugar splurge led to a dozen such trips that evening. My mom decided it was time to see a doctor, so she took me to the Connecticut Children’s Medical Center.
Now, twelve years later, many of the details of that day are foggy to me, but three stand out as clearly as ever: the toys, the rainbow, and Dr. Ratzan.