My mom was a 4-shots-a-day diabetic. She had 3 brothers All were diabetic One was Type I and they had not yet invented insulin when he was first diagnosed. When they did, he was one of the "miracle" kids whose life was literally saved by the miracle drug insulin. (My mom was born in 1907). Mom lived until 2002 with diabetes and would have been 96 had she made it through the month of May. I was diagnosed abut 7 years ago, first with pre-diabetes and then with an A1C of 7.2. I began doctoring with an endocrinologist in Austin in 2017 and have lost 44 pounds in the intervening years. I don't have to take shots (yet) and my diabetes is well-controlled at 5.2 to 5.4. I'm also dealing with fibroyalgia, breast cancer and---as a result of the Anastrozole adjuvant therapy---osteoporosis. My doctor, too, has said, "Cancer probably won't kill you. Something else will kill you first." I am not the organized type my mom was and don't remember to carry snacks and the like with me at all times, but I have learned enough to get by and I'm juggling all of the symptoms of these diseases while reviewing film at film festivals and living life. It can be done! My biggest fear right now is that the endocrinologist won't let me continue on Mounjaro for weight loss, because my diabetes is so well-controlled, which owes very little to how great I eat or avoiding the known triggers for high blood sugar. I try, but I'm not the disciplined sort my mother is and, right now, I'm dealing with a CT scan with contrast for my abdomen and pelvis that has stemmed from routine blood work that showed elevated liver numbers (which I also blame on the adjuvant therapy drugs). My liver was fine on Nov. 21, 2022 when I went in to volunteer for a clinical trial on non-alcoholic fatty liver disease and they gave me the test and I was fine. And now I'm not. This concerns me, since my father had colon cancer that metastasized to his liver and killed him in 6 months,