Today on the Columbus Day Holiday off school, October 13, 1983, I grabbed a huge glass of orange juice on my way to the doctor. I was soooo thirsty. Peeing lots too. So headed to the doctor to find out I had Type One Diabetes.
My dad was on a business trip. My mom was awesome on the outside, but inside she was devastated. I know that feeling intimately. I felt it when my daughter was diagnosed. But I remember sitting with her in the doctors office talking and saying how thankful I was that it wasn't some thing more serious. Something life threatening. Cancer.
My week in the hospital was fine. Learned to take shots with oranges. Had syringe water fights with my roommate who had asthma. Asthma is horrible, I would think. Shots are easy compared to not being able to breathe.
My mother also had the bright side in her back pocket, "You eat how everyone should eat! You are so healthy!"
It is true that diabetes sucks. But it isn't the worst thing that could happen. I'm grateful for my mom and her attitude toward diabetes. I'm thankful, I can share that optimistic view with my girl. I am thankful to be completely healthy. Happy. Well.