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My 2/3 Diaversary

Today is my #diaversary ; an interesting one. Today, at age 33 I have lived precisely 2/3 of my life with type 1 diabetes onboard. 

I used to think the worst part of life with type 1 diabetes was all the needles and finger pricks and judgment. But now, 22 years later I realize the worst part is actually time. Diabetes has stolen so.much.time. 

Initially, it was time away from friends and social activities. Time to prepare injections, time to execute finger sticks (a full 45 seconds in those days!), time to recover from low blood sugars. 

But now, diabetes steals time even beyond the mechanics of the disease itself. Time to troubleshoot malfunctions and sit on hold with diabetes technology companies. Time to compare insurance plans in detail, down to the preferred networks and formularies. Time to attend endocrinology and ophthalmology appointments. Time for the bloodwork and the associated waiting rooms. Time for lots of extra prenatal appointments and non-stress tests. Time for extra healing even on the smallest cuts or the most benign cold. Time to respond to the high or low threshold vibrations. Time to pre-count and pre-bolus. Time to plan for a simple half-hour run. Time to place sensors and pump sites. Time to inventory supplies and sit in the pharmacy drive-thru. 

But this isn't just a post complaining about my time-consuming chronic illness, it's a reminder that in spite of all the bad there is indeed some good. Through the lens of time (of all things) I've learned that diabetes forces efficiency and builds in the valleys that make the peaks of life feel so prominent. It has perfected my multi-tasking skills and continues to grace me with new friends that share it's challenges. It has made me courageous beyond my baseline and instilled empathy in the most raw way. It has taught me lessons I didn't know I needed to learn and has given me an outlet to practice patience, daily. 

And so, I'm reminded...

I'm reminded to meet my life with type 1 diabetes head-on (and lick it?). The fraction of my life pre-diabetes will keep decreasing, but that's a good thing, because it means I am still LIVING in spite of this diagnosis. 

Thanks for letting me spill my guts on this etched in my memory. 


  1. I love the cool picture of the syringe on blast off. But what I have to say is that damn it you are catching up to me. I had my 46th diaversary in June and i was thrilled to be 25 years ahead. now, I am only 24 years ahead.

    Now I will have to get to June again to clock myself back to 25 years ahead. Talk about putting pressure on a guy. :)

    Happy New Year form Indiana

    Rick Phillips

  2. Thank you for sharing the good and the bad along the way. You, and all the young people that have this disease from childhood, are an incredible inspiration. Even at the old age or 72, T1D for 2 years,I learn from you and your peers every day. Yes, T1D sucks, but I'm richer for having connected with you and so many others fighting the good fight. You are amazing!
    Happy New Year!

    Margie B

  3. Hi April! Happy belated diaversary! And yes, SO MUCH YES to the time! I often think about the time stolen from me when I need to be productive but feel so sluggish from a stubborn high or I'm tired from interrupted sleep. Or being interrupted by a low blood sugar when I'm in the zone and deeply focused on something.

    I absolutely love this line, "I've learned that diabetes forces efficiency and builds in the valleys that make the peaks of life feel so prominent."

    Amen to that! And thanks for all you've shared and taught me through the peaks and valleys. Here's to many more prominent peaks!


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