Memories are the focus of today’s Diabetes Blog Week posts.
Until recently, my most memorable day with diabetes would have been the day of my diagnosis 13+ years ago. It was such a life-changing event—cleanly separating my memories into before and after—that it’s going to be hard to ever truly forget much of it. But recently more and more exciting/interesting/unusual things come to mind first when I think about diabetes and my life. On the bizarre side, I called Minimed from a pay-phone in the middle of the outback in Australia when my pump died. Later on that month-long trip, Lisa and I had a fabulous time snorkeling (sans pump), and I barely worried about diabetes at all.
Perhaps my most memorable diabetes event (at least for now) is last year’s JDRF Ride to Cure Diabetes in Death Valley. Diabetes was everywhere on this ride (including some of my favorite people with diabetes) and yet my diabetes was remarkably well behaved. The more time that passes from this event, the more special it becomes. I mean, I rode 105 miles in
the desert Death Valley! It was hot and difficult and so meaningful. It’s something I couldn’t have done on my own, and all of the help from the volunteers and donors meant so much to me. That particular ride is not necessarily something I’ll ever do again, but the memory changes how I think about diabetes and what I can do with it.