I don’t like the term “diabetes sufferer,” even though you’re insufferable; I prefer “person with diabetes” or “living with diabetes” because I’m a person first, and despite you, I’ve lived.
Every time I’ve dragged myself down from scratchy eyes and pain in my limbs, I’ve lived. Every time I’ve woken up from a bad low and been able to cheat death for another night, I’ve lived. Every time I’ve done a workout, performed, taught, achieved without letting you stop me, I've lived.
So, on this, my nineteenth diaversary (my diabetes can legally drink in Ontario), don’t call me a diabetes sufferer.
Call me The Girl Who Lived.
And join me for cake.
|Okay, I had doughnuts instead|