Today is a day I’ve been looking forward to for a number of
months. On this day, fifteen years ago, I was lying in a bed in the emergency
ward of a Balinese hospital in a desperate state when a doctor whispered in my
ear “We think you might have diabetes” (read the full story here) A lot has happened since then. Somewhere
in the vicinity of 13,000 needles, 25,000 finger pricks, and 1,000 infusion set
changes for my insulin pump. But my life is much more than numbers, needles and
insulin. Type 1 Diabetes is a diagnosis but it does not define who I am.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Thriving not just Surviving
Today is a day I’ve been looking forward to for a number of
months. On this day, fifteen years ago, I was lying in a bed in the emergency
ward of a Balinese hospital in a desperate state when a doctor whispered in my
ear “We think you might have diabetes” (read the full story here) A lot has happened since then. Somewhere
in the vicinity of 13,000 needles, 25,000 finger pricks, and 1,000 infusion set
changes for my insulin pump. But my life is much more than numbers, needles and
insulin. Type 1 Diabetes is a diagnosis but it does not define who I am.
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