A Dia-versary Note to My Pancreas (and Ghosts of Diabetes Past)
As I mark my 34th year living with type 1 diabetes, it's a perfect chance to pen a letter to my lazy pancreas. You know, the main culprit behind this chronic condition who managed to convince my immune system it ought to attack what it shouldn't. But before we get to that, let me recap my D-story for those who haven't heard it before. My Diagnosis Story Being 5 years old at the time, I don't remember too much. I'm not exactly sure when my diabetes anniversary actually is. I have self-designated March 10, because that's as good as any date. And because it happens to be Chuck Norris' birthday, so for me it adds a theme of karate-kicking diabetes into line. Anyway there was an overnight visit to my paternal grandparents' home. An unfolding of events that mirror many diagnosis stories -- waking up during the night, excessive thirst, frequent bathroom trips, moodiness (for a 5-year-old). My grandparents explained these symptoms to my parents, who instantly...