25 years ago, around this time of the evening, I was being admitted to hospital with what turned out to be diabetic ketoacidosis. Lots of people coming and going and doing lots of things around me, as I was really ill, the doctors told my dad that I was on course to have a heart attack in the following 48 hours. I was feeling very tired, having to get up five or six times during the night, and always hungry, but I never thought I was that ill. After ten days in hospital, and a few hours training on the at the time new fangled multiple daily injections and self testing I was discharged, and the adventure of living with diabetes started. Twenty five years on I can't complain, no serious complications to speak of, and I have lived my life pretty much as if I wasn't diabetic. Here's to a cure before the next 25 years are up.