I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, requiring daily dose of insulin since 1969. I am now 49 years old, and kicking ass.
Having had diabetes for 44 plus years hasn’t slowed me down much. I have lost sight in one eye, but I don’t miss it after about 20 years without it. I have had thyroid cancer, and had that partially removed. I have also had a miscarriage, when I was seven months pregnant, and that broke me apart, literally.
My one thing that has kept me going? Hope. Hope for a cure for this disease that affects millions. Hope for a cure so moms and dads don’t have to get up every two or three hours every night to check on their children and make sure they are safe. Hope that one day, I can throw my insulin pump in a huge heap with millions of others and say, “SCREW YOU DIABETES, I AM CURED!!” That is my hope. That helps keep me going.
Not to mention all the amazing friends and family I have. They are my sanity on dark nights when I am scared. They keep my heart strong. They help keep me bad-ass to the bones and through the heart.
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.