October 21 is my "diaversary"-- it's the day I was diagnosed as #T1D.
22 years ago, it was the day I nearly died... but didn't.
My diabetes was completely unexpected-- I was a healthy, active kid who was hardly ever sick and I had no family history of anything like this. It came absolutely out of the blue and even though I survived the diagnosis with less long-term damage than the doctors worried there might be, life after the diagnosis went very differently from what anyone expected too... and this time not in a good way. In some ways I've been very unlucky, but in some pretty big ways I've been very lucky too. My life is nothing like anyone expected... but I still have a life. 22 years of any lifetime will include a lot of ups and a lot downs, but the bottom line is: just staying alive is a constant battle for us T1Ds as we literally can't do that without medical intervention, and I'm super lucky that I'm still here. And I'm super happy that I'm still here. And I'm super grateful that I'm still here.
Normally we celebrate this day somehow, and that doesn't seem very possible for us in our current situation... but today I'm going to take care of the husband I almost didn't get to have, and the other grown up responsibilities I almost missed out on, and while I do it all I will have a little bit of extra appreciation in my heart. That will be my celebration. It's a good one.
Various people have played parts in the fact that I am still here to write this, but Dr. Banting is the one who set that all in motion-- about 2/3 of a century before I was born. #deardrbanting
letters and posts are kind of a thing in the #diabetic
community, so here is one from me on my 22nd diaversary... with my eternal gratitude ❤️ Here's to 22 extra years of life (so far)!