This post was meant for yesterday but I had such a fabulous day…I forgot to post it. #LifeisGood
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been a Type 1 Diabetic for 5 years, time flies when your busy testing your blood sugar and injection insulin apparently… Just in case you don’t know the story, here’s a quick recap.
On August 10 2012, I woke up and decided to listen to my body. I felt sick and just knew something was seriously wrong with me. I went to the emergency room, despite people telling me I was fine. I felt like I was dying, I couldn’t explain it but I knew I was and I was right. One of the few times I wish I wasn’t… The Dr. told me I was just hours from falling into a coma and dying. All of my organs were failing and my blood sugar was in the high 900’s. I had lost a significant amount of weight and had heartburn so bad I could barely swallow any water. I had never felt so sick and weak in my life, I was strangely calm though. I think I was so sick I really didn’t care about living at that point. But after a week in the hospital, I went home to Trinidad and started my new life. Not exactly what you plan on in the first 2 years of marriage.
Some of you might see my life online and think I’ve got it all figured out – I don’t. Everyday brings new challenges, worries and frustrations. As hard as I try, some days it’s not even close to good enough. My body, which had never even had a broken bone, never missed a day of high school from illness and had always been healthy is now one that takes forever to heal and is prone to infection. And every 3 months my blood test results remind me just how not well I’m doing…
You would think after 1,825 days, I would feel a bit more confident in managing my T1D but I don’t. The reason I think T1D sucks so bad is that it’s completely unpredictable sometimes…and it’s those moments that can become a life & death matter. Because that’s the reality of Type 1 – insulin is not a cure, it’s simply a way to allow me to continue to live….without it, I would die.
I made a decision the day after I got diagnosed to never let my T1D get in the way of doing geverything I dreamed of in life. And while my crazy goals make it harder for me to manage my blood sugar, the awesome feeling of accomplishment far out weighs the tears and frustration that goes along with it.
On Saturday, I travel to Philly in the US to attend Diabetic Training Camp. I will spend a week running, swimming, biking and attending lectures on how to do what I do but better. I’ll be surrounded by amazing, high performing T1D athletes and I cannot wait to meet my fellow campers. I know it will be as good for my spirit as it will be for my body.
I’ll be sharing lots via Instagram stories so stay tuned…
Did You Go To Summer Camp?
I never did but I love going as an adult…