Happy Diaversary to me!
Rosé is like white shoes after Labor Day.” ~Martha Stewart.
But like actually, pour one out for my dead pancreas- it’s my first “diaversary.” One year ago, I was officially diagnosed with T1D. Not something I’d ever think to celebrate, but it seems to be what the kids are doing these days- & I must say, It’s really remarkable how much can change in one (particularly long) year. Am I different because of diabetes? Perhaps. Or maybe I’m just more of the same. Qualities I possessed pre-betes: introverted, intuitive, sensitive, self-critical, a perfectionist- these have definitely been amplified since my diagnosis in good ways (A1C game strong), but have also made the (often forgotten) mental aspect of diabetes a real challenge. Nevertheless, I’ve been strengthened by my diagnosis, more than I could have imagined. In truth, it’s not so much I’ve become braver, but rather I just didn’t have the choice not to be. When you’re handed a chronic disease like T1D, you merely HAVE to face it with courage & stamina.
Things don’t necessarily become easier with T1D, but I’ve become more patient, resilient, balanced & determined. I’ve learned to celebrate small victories over big ones, take a breath (or two or three), get up, keep moving, & most importantly, make the effort to be kinder & more forgiving to myself. T1D has shaped me, at times hurt me, motivated me & forever a part of me. But above anything else, diabetes has taught me to stay the course & trust my imperfect story, because in the end it’s all pretty beautiful.