Five years

Sunday was my 5th anniversary of being diagnosed with diabetes.

What did I do?

I ran errands, I did homework, I washed dishes. I did what I needed to do. No fanfare, barely a second thought as I glanced at the calendar. Because that’s what this is now. It’s just my life. I went low at the mall, so I got a smoothie. I went home to my little family and made dinner. I tested, bolused, treated, and stayed alive.

While this isn’t the ideal situation and not how I pictured I’d be living my 20s, I stayed alive. For five years. And I’m okay. I hate this disease but at the same time I love what it’s taught me. For five years I’ve been learning, and I hope for many more years of learning to come.