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Thankful 24 Years

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Today, 24 years ago, I was being diagnosed and started my new life (as much of a new life a 4 year old could have) with Type 1 diabetes. While I’m sure there are more than 24 things to be thankful for in regards to having it this long, I thought I’d blog a few.

1. I’m thankful to HAVE diabetes. As bassackwards as that sounds, I am thankful to have this “condition”. It’s a pain in the butt more often than not, but it has taught me to be a more responsible person in regards to my overall health.

2. I’m thankful that having diabetes has allowed me to meet such great people who can relate to me, and that I without it, I would have never met.

3. I’m thankful for diabetes for making me a more humble person in regards to others’ health and conditions they may have and to not assume anything in regards to their health, because I hate it when people do it to me.

4. I’m thankful that the past 24 years have gone by with little to no complications, and that the advancements I’m able to see now lead to a more promising life with diabetes (and even the possibility without it) than things were 90 years ago.

5. I’m thankful that there has been and always will be HOPE.

 

 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Twenty-Three

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One year, two years,

Three years, four.

I was just a regular ole kid

When you came to my door.

 

I don’t remember asking you

to come over or come in.

But you came anyway,

And never left again.

 

We’ve had good times

And we’ve had bad.

Some times have been happy,

And a lot, sad.

 

I’ve had to get to know you

and learn how you work.

So I can take care of me

Just in case you go bizzerk.

 

But though we’re stuck together

with super-glue, you and me,

I’d like to say “good bye”

in this year,  number twenty-three.

 

Though I don’t think it will happen,

and together we’ll see twenty-four,

I can’t wait for the day to come

that I celebrate this dia-versary no more.

 

When the day will be replaced

by my “cured-versary”

The day when I can go back

to being just me.

You

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I was only four when I met you.

Just a small little girl, doing what normal kids do.

But I was a little different, I did a little more.

Running to pee once, twice, three times, four

Drinking glass after glass of water, and asking for more.

My little tummy ached, not feeling quite right.

My throat and ear ached, I wanted to sleep day and night.

Mom and dad thought I was just getting sick,

But we would only know for certain when the doctor used his testing stick.

Swirling it around in the sample I’d just given,

The answer was there, you were no longer hidden.

That day changed me. Things were no longer the same.

There was something wrong, and we found out your name.

I’d learn how to take care of you, and try to keep you in line.

There was no cure. Forever, you’d be mine.

Cures have been promised, “It’s only ten years away!”,

But here we are 22 years later, Still waiting for that day.