Today marks twenty years of living with Type 1 Diabetes.
|My 10th birthday, about two weeks before diagnosis.|
Twenty years is a long time (see also: holy crap, I'm old). Twenty years of finger sticks, insulin shots, and pump sets. Low and high blood sugars. Quarterly trips to the endo.
It's difficult to describe or quantify. As today approached, I tried not to think about it too much. Twenty years with T1D is a milestone, but I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. Last night, I had a bit of a pity party. The never ending-ness of all of it got to me. Josh was there to encourage me, as he always is. I texted my mom and she too helped me refocus on the important things. As did some DOC friends who responded to a tweet.
Yes, twenty years is a long time. But I'm still here, still alive, living my life. Between my husband, my family, and the DOC, it was nearly impossible to be in a bad mood today. You all have helped me focus on the positive. On the things that matter. So thanks for that. I love you all.