I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes about 3 months ago, but I’ve been afraid to tell my mom. She’s a worrier and I wanted to ease her into this as slowly as possible.

So when I was diagnosed I called my mom and lied a little. I told mom that I went to the doctor and my blood sugar was a little high, but there was nothing to worry about. Maybe it was just what I ate that day, or maybe it was something more serious. But I’d be going back, I told her, in a few weeks.

Then a few months go by, and I told my mom this last weekend that the doctor diagnosed me with Type II. Here’s how the conversation went:

“Mom, the doctor told me that I have Type II Diabetes,” I said.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. But don’t freak out. She gave me a medication and I’m monitoring my blood-sugar level so…”

“Your nephew has 2 friends spending the night tonight,” she interrupted. “He’s turning out to be such a good boy. You know football season ended last week and he was really trying to keep his grades up because you need to have a certain GPA to play football. I think that’s such a good idea.”

“Umm. Yeah.”

“So you should get on the internet and read a little more about diabetes. It’s not the end of the world Michael.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I was lying to my mom for a few months because I thought that she would totally flip when she heard that I had diabetes, but instead she couldn’t really care less. Lesson learned.

In related news, I stocked-up on diabetes paraphernalia today.  I bought a bunch of test strips and lancets (the needles) for my testing machine.  At the Kaiser pharmacy with my insurance the cost is really low, and in 2 weeks I’m going to join the millions of Americans that are living without health insurance.

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