Tomorrow, July 10 2015, is my three year Diaversary. Three years ago tomorrow, I sat in the Prompt Care exam room as the mom of a girl I graduated high school with explained to me that, by poking my finger and hearing my symptoms, that they were confident that I had diabetes.
It’s amazing to me to look back and think about that moment. How my whole world shattered and I didn’t even fully realize it. I had no idea the scope and breadth of this diagnosis. I didn’t know about the terror and frustration and hopelessness I’d hit in the low points and the friendships I’d develop through it all.
I don’t plan on doing anything special to celebrate this year. Last year, I had celebratory froyo with my husband. Maybe this weekend I’ll be more in a celebratory mood than I am as I write this after hitting 315 for no reason after lunch at work today. But tomorrow is a new day. I’m still diabetic, but it’s a new day.