With generosity of spirit, ebullience, and sly humor, Mary Tyler Moore presents the intensely private, often funny, and sometimes startling story of her life with diabetes. Growing Up Again is a delightfully candid read for her legion of fans, the more than 20 million Americans with diabetes, and everyone struggling to cope with life's unexpected challenges. Mary Tyler Moore, actress and activist, relates the highs and lows of living with type 1 diabetes for the past forty years. With inspired, well-crafted prose, she drills down to the most heartfelt, yet universal truths about life--including the lives of those with diabetes. She unflinchingly chronicles her struggle with diabetes, as well as her successful rehabilitation from alcohol dependence, all while deriving gratification from her roles as an actress, mother, businesswoman, campaigner, and fund-raiser. Her revealing tales of both her successes and failures in coping with diabetes offer others with the disease guidance and inspiration through example. In the book, stories include her rebounding from a low-blood-sugar episode during a Mary Tyler Moore Show script reading after the director poured orange juice down her throat, to misadventures caused by diabetes-related vision impairment at a dimly lit party for John Travolta. She also taps into the vast diabetes research network to talk to diabetic children and adults and with leading experts who are discovering new ways to control diabetes and its complications, and pursuing new ways to cure this disease.

MARY TYLER MOORE is a seven-time Emmy Award–winning actress, Tony Award recipient, Academy Award nominee, as well as a longtime activist and fund-raiser for diabetes research. Her previous autobiography was After All.

Acknowledgments	p. xiii
Preface	p. xv
Sotto Voce	p. 1
The Other Shoe Falls ... and Falls and Falls	p. 3
A Walk on the Avenue	p. 25
Testing, Testing	p. 33
Step-by-Step	p. 47
Foot First	p. 53
Complications	p. 61
Second Sight	p. 69
Diabetes and Dignity	p. 79
I'm Dancing as Fast as I Can	p. 87
The Other Element	p. 101
Owning Diabetes	p. 115
Searching and Researching	p. 125
Pump It Up?	p. 131
The Dance Goes On	p. 141
It's a Jungle Out There	p. 151

Diabetes 101	p. 159
Good News, Bad News	p. 165
Diabetic Drills	p. 167
Know Your Numbers	p. 169
Testing, Testing	p. 170
Insulin Information	p. 173
Simplifying Complications	p. 174
Foot Care	p. 178
Glaucoma	p. 179
Diabetes and Depression	p. 180
Amazing Insights	p. 181
Stem Cells	p. 184
The Continuous Glucose Monitor/Artificial Pancreas	p. 186
Getting Control	p. 189
The Lowdown on Low Blood Sugar	p. 191
Carb Counting	p. 194
The Skin You're In	p. 195
Diabetes Resource Guide	p. 197
Index	p. 207
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Excerpts

INTRODUCTION

This book has been one of the most exciting projects of my life. It came about at the behest of a lovely young woman named Diane Revzin, 19, who is the daughter of Philip Revzin, senior editor of St. Martin’s Press. She has type 1 diabetes.
It seems that one day father and daughter were washing the family car—an enjoyable weekend task Diane thought of as a kind of sporting event the two of them could share. “How’s it going?” Diane’s Dad asked.
“Oh, you know, okay, I guess,” she replied and tossed down her sponge (a most unusual attitude for her), and blurted out, “I wish I had a diabetic best friend, someone to talk to about what it’s like to have diabetes. Sometimes I feel, I don’t know, alone. Ya know?”
Her father lowered his head and looked at her over the rim of his glasses and answered, “Honey, you’re as well informed as anybody, having read most of the books out there.”
“But I want to know about someone else’s experiences with diabetes. You’re right, I‘ve pretty much read the “ABC’s of Diabetes” and the “What To Do” books. I want to read someone else’s personal experiences, both good and bad, and the emotional gymnastics that go with it all. Is there anybody like that you can think of, Dad?
Dear Phil thought of me! He tells me he set out my diabetes bio for Diane’s consideration—“Mary Tyler Moore, she’s a diabetic, first and foremost, she’s the International Chairman of the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF), and she makes me laugh. I kind of think that’s important. She seems to be deeply involved in the government relations for JDRF including the time she spends in Washington lobbying Congress for increases in federal funding for research.”
“I know she can’t be my buddy, but maybe she can come up with something.”
When Phil called me, I was in the last throes of unpacking an endless array of clothes, beauty products (I keep trying), medications, toiletries, and diabetes lifelines: insulin --- two types, syringes, monitors, test tapes, charts, list of appropriate insulin doses, test strips used to spot the dreaded ketones in urine, glucose tablets, alcohol swabs, Glucagon (emergency kit), lancets, diabetes literature, stacks and stacks of books and letters on the subject, and a box of chocolate-covered raisins.
My husband Robert and I were carrying out the decision we’d made to move out of our apartment in Manhattan to spend full time at our country house in Millbrook, New York. It was a major upheaval, but strong longings for open skies, riding trails, meadows, animals, and the quiet beckoned us.
It was my cell phone. It was there, somewhere, I could hear it screaming at me! I ought to give myself a break and change to nicer, less critical music. But then I might never find it.
Aha! There it was, the phone, buried under some exercise leotards. I plucked the damn thing out of the jumbled mess of (would-be) ballerina togs, grateful for the opportunity to sit, and offered my all purpose, if a bit breathless, “Hello.”
”May I speak to Mary Tyler Moore?” a male voice asked. And in a most proper tone (Dad would be proud) I answered, “This is she.” It sometimes takes guts to be correct with our language. I now opt for the compromise of “Speaking.”
With a smile in his voice, my “gentleman caller” said, “I’m Phil Revzin --- St. Martin’s Press. We’d like to talk to you about writing a book concerning your experiences with diabetes. I’ll speak to your agent, of course, but before I do that, I’d like to know if the idea is of some interest to you.”
Hmmm.
And that’s how it began.