Three months after I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, I went to my first sleep over birthday party. My friend Jill was turning seven, and even though my pancreas had just gone on its permanent sabbatical, I was still able to go to the birthday party. (Thanks to my mother, who drove over and spent a few hours hanging out with Jill’s mom, then tested me and dosed my insulin for dinner, then checked me again before she drove home, then went home and most likely didn’t sleep a wink only to return at 6 am and check my blood sugar again. At the time, I didn’t realize how scary that must have been for my mom, but she knew how important it was for me to have normal childhood experiences, even if she became an insomniac by default.)
I’m thankful for how my diabetes was handled in the past. It helped shape how I handled my diabetes in the future.
I’m slightly less thankful for my fashion choices.