While I love my grandmother immensely, she has a touch of the narcissism. If you are at all aware of NPD, this conversation will probably be deja vu for you, substituting the subject, of course.

Mom: So, explain to us what they were doing with the TEDDY thing…
Me: Well, they started by taking some of his cord blood, then…
Gma: Oh, they did that with me. My glucose was too high. His glucose was too high.
Me: No, they took his cord blood…
Gma: Yeah, they did that to me. Glucose.
Me: No, they took blood from his umbillical cord when he was born and tested it for the genetic markers for type 1 diabetes.
Gma: Like me. I have diabetes.
Mom: No, mom, you have type 2.
Me: See, type 1 is what starts when you’re small. You’re born with it. {{Explain autoantibodies here}}
Gma: Oh yeah, well I don’t have that. See, I have it because I ate too much chocolate.
Mom: Yes. Type 2.
Me: Exactly. Type 1…
Gma: But I have type 2, he doesn’t have it, yet.
Me: Yes, but Ben has all the genetic markers for type 1. So, they…
Gma: Oh, I know. The doctor says I have type 2. I can’t have any sugar. Here, let me show you my monitor. I was doing really good…{{Here she goes on to discuss her sugar levels}}
Me: Okay. {{Starts telling mom how the test went}}
Gma: (feeling slighted because I didn’t want to keep discussing her problem, gets up and starts talking very loudly to Ben) You brought us diabetes, didn’t you? I didn’t have diabetes before you were here!…But I have type TWO!