I had planned a trip halfway around the world for a year, which I did take. There is diabetes in my family, but type 2, and so prior to going, my doctor wanted to do a test. She did the test and then she went on holidays, and the doctor who was filling in for her looked at my report. My blood sugar was 11. The normal range is between 4 and 6. She had the nurse call and tell me everything was fine.
So I went. I travelled for a year all through Southeast Asia, New Zealand, Australia, India, backpacking, but occasionally I wouldn't feel well. Then I was getting really sick, but in India a lot of people didn't feel too good anyway. I was thirsty, as she said, and I lost 30 pounds in 10 days. So I hopped on a plane and flew home, but I went into a coma on the airplane, a diabetic coma. The cells that produce insulin, the islet cells, were rapidly being destroyed, which I wasn't aware of. Actually, I was in the airport in Japan for two days because I was so ill they didn't want to put me on the flight. Finally they said they would take me. I lived in Vancouver and I went into a coma on the plane. They made an emergency landing in California, and got me off the plane. My blood sugar was 58 and they gave me six hours to live, because you just can't survive with high blood sugar like that.
Anyway, I made it, and that's how I found out that I had diabetes.