I was a sophomore in college, it was late October of 1967. I discovered I was thirsty all the time and could not sit through a 50-minute lecture at any point in the day. I had to run out to any close-by restroom and empty my bladder. On the way back to the lecture, I always had to stop by a water fountain and get a large drink of water.
I headed home for Thanksgiving and shared my health issues with the entire family. My sister pulled out several volumes of our family encyclopedia set and went into her bedroom.