Gratitude

January 9, 1963 … that’s my D Day.  I was three years old and I don’t remember much, other than a nurse next to the hospital bed demonstrating how to give an injection.  What a first memory.

Living with diabetes during the 60’s and 70’s was tough.  By today’s standards, it was primitive.  Looking back, every day was a challenge.  Insulin had been discovered 40 years earlier and kept me alive.  Since then, I’ve been blessed with blood meters, insulin pumps, faster acting insulin, sensors that provide continuous glucose data, access to medical care and a mind to absorb it all.  Friends and family were there for me every step of the way.

In the weeks leading to my 50^th Diaversary, my feelings were a mixture of accomplishment, blessings, curiosity, loss, and hope.  At the top of my list was a thank you to those who had helped me along the way.

With humility and appreciation, I’d like to share my list of those who have helped me on my journey with type 1.