My diabetes turns eleven this weekend.
Please excuse Chris from class, he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.
I’ve done a lot of things since that weekend in 2002. Some of them because of diabetes. Others in spite of that diagnosis. The common thread is that I’m still here living my life. Diabetes wasn’t the end. I won’t let it.
A lot has happened since 2002, but there’s far too much that’s going to happen in the future for me to stop now.
I’ve come a long way, but I’m not done yet.
Also, I’m fundraising. If you’ve got $5 to spare – http://main.diabetes.org/goto/stepoutspartacus2013
10 years ago today, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.
It’s a celebration!
The rest, as they say, is history. Even if that history is currently being written.
In recognition of my diabetes turning 10, I’m hoping to reach my fundraising goal for my local Step Out event. Hopefully, one day, we can start celebrating the anniversary of the death of my diabetes.
Well it looks like I forgot to blog about something a few weeks ago.
I need to find a frame for this thing...
From what I can gather, this weekend marks the seven-year anniversary of my diagnosis. In the grand scheme of things, seven years is not a long time. For as long as I hope to live, seven years is not a long time. That being said, seven years feels like a lifetime ago considering how far I’ve already come living with this.
I’ve had diabetes for over 6 years, making me a relative noob compared to others I’ve found in the twitterverse and other online capacities. Even in those 6 years, I’ve run through quite a few different emotional phases of dealing with disease. Among the most frequented were/are acceptance and apathy. However I don’t ever recall one of those emotions being denial or anger. Continue reading