Diagnosed with type 2 diabetes on November 3, 2009. Had a only slightly elevated fasting blood sugar (101) on a routine basic metabolic panel ran during a routine yearly physical. I'm overweight and too sedentary, so my very capable and thorough doctor decided to have me do a 2 hour oral glucose tolerance test. The fasting blood sugar for that test was only 99 but at the 2 hr mark it was up to 212. I refused to believe it. I was in total denial. I convinced myself I drank the glucose solution too quickly and it skewed the results. I'd fasted for TOO long and that skewed the numbers. I just refused to believe it. So I called my doctor's office and asked her to fax an order for a repeat OGTT to the lab. She did, and the I very carefully fasted 10 hrs instead of the 15 with the first one. I carefully drank the glucose solution slowly and steadily over the 5 minutes given to drink it. And the fasting result was 114, with a 2 hour result of 275. I simply couldn't figure out a way to stay in denial. I couldn't figure out how to explain the second one being even higher. I was in my doctor's office the next morning receiving the official diagnosis. And up until the minute she said the words, I was still holding out some hope that she'd tell me something different... there was some error... ANYTHING but what I knew was the truth. She did tell me one thing that really helped, though. She told me that we found out about this fairly early (A1C was 6.5 at time of diagnosis) and I have all the control in the world in my hands to determine the outcome here... how this plays out. So my choice was to grab that control with both hands and hold on tight. I'm an RN and unfortunately have seen the worst of what happens when someone either can't or won't control their BS. That terrified me. I'm far too young to allow that to happen to me. And so far that plan to wield the control is working for me. Sure, it's a 24 hour a day job most of the time to keep on top of my BS, but I just keep reminding myself that's just what I have to do. Of course, it's only been 4 days and I need to continue to work to control my BS for the rest of my life. Part of me is very nervous about keeping hold of that control for the rest of my life. But I'll just take it one step at a time and be happy that my 2 hr post prandial numbers for the past 2 days have been between 87 and 102. Woot! :)