As a T1D veteran, I’m accustomed to the arsenal of diabetes inquiries in addition to the ten page questionnaire about my family history. As I strolled in early to get my mammogram, I was greeted by two lovely women who were easily over the age of 85 and adorable. When I checked in one of them said, “Sugar, do you know where you’re going?” I don’t know that I’ve ever been called sugar, but am delighted by her sweet demeanor. I make my way through the labyrinth of hallways and reach my destination – Women’s Imaging. I check in, grab my pen and am ready to start knocking out the paperwork, but instead the nurse asked me about insurance and had me return to my seat. NO diabetes questions? (more…)