A matter of self-pride

The newest addition to my daily wardrobe

Something’s been happening lately. Something I can’t quite explain.

I’ve become proud to have diabetes.

And it’s not just because I left my endocrinologist’s office three Fridays ago with an A1C that was seven-tenths of a percent lower than it was the previous time

And it’s not just because I’m a beneficiary (in a sense) of the hundreds of thousands of people walking through cities and campuses across the United States, raising money and awareness.

And, believe it or not, it’s not even because I was given a Best of the ‘Betes Blog award last month. (Thanks to whoever nominated me, but seriously, people, you’ve got to give someone else a chance! I implore you: flood the BBB email and Twitter accounts with nominations; there are so many great d-blogs to choose from!)