It’s thirty-three years since diagnosis.
I thought about writing some rambling introspective soliloquy about what it’s been like, how things have changed, how I fought through adversity, and blah, blah, blah….
But I won’t. It’s just not me.
So what if it’s been thirty-three years?
It’s just one day more than it was yesterday. And one day less than tomorrow. There’s nothing special about it.
I haven’t achieved any goals. I’m not at the finish line. I’m still going.
I don’t even know what the finish line is.
Maybe it’s the elusive end to diabetes. Or maybe just The End.
Will I know it when I see it? Who knows?
I hope to see it someday.
When I was signed up for diabetes (cursed be the one who put my name on that list), it was a long-term assignment.
Not a one-year contract with annual renewals.
No conclusions and re-negotiations at years’ end.
I’m not at the end.
An Indy Car driver doesn’t pull over to the side of the racetrack after the thirty-third lap to get out, look around, and take in the aura around him.
He doesn’t celebrate not crashing his car on the 32nd lap. To do so would break his focus.
Interrupt his momentum. Discard a valuable competitive edge.
To do so would be catastrophic to his success in the race.
I can’t lose focus.
I can’t indulge just because of an arbitrary date on the calendar. Heck, until a couple of years ago, I didn’t even know what that date was!
But I do know this, with certainty:
There have been plenty of occasions over the past year when I’ve indulged – for some frivolous reason that wasn’t strong enough to stick in my mind.
I’ll substitute one of those days in place of today.
I prefer not to regret the choices I make today, tomorrow.
Some might say that I’m entitled to a celebration. To a reward.
An acknowledgement of another year gone by.
That may work for some, but not for me. To me, it’s just peer-pressure.
I didn’t put forth the effort so that I may reach thirty-three.
A cupcake was never my motivation, nor will it be my reward.
My rewards surround me in my house every day.
Her companionship. Watching J play soccer. Cherishing the joy Z gets from numbers.
My goals are to watch them walk down the aisle to Pomp & Circumstance and receive that diploma.
Or to Pachelbel’s Canon to formalize their love for someone. (Or maybe to Sweet Child o’ Mine. Their choice).
Or whatever dreams they may have, to watch them come true.
This is what motivates me, and these will be my rewards.
I’m not sure that I’ll make it. But I hope so.
Not an arbitrary 365-day period or a gratuitous cupcake.
But that’s just me. You may vary.
Really, there’s nothing really special about today.
I mean, there’s nothing particularly unique about today. I suppose, in a spiritual sense, every day is special.
I’ll get up, take my kid to day-care, go to work, bring him home, and find some leftovers in the fridge to eat for dinner.
Maybe watch a little TV.
Then I’ll go to bed, and then it will be tomorrow.
And tomorrow will be just the same as today.
I’ll still wake up, still eat breakfast, still go to work, and still deal with a stubborn high blood sugar around 9:00 AM.
Nothing will have changed. There will be no victorious atmosphere to soak in.
Just another day.
Just another day that starts with a bolus of insulin.
The same as it’s been. Every Day. Every Freakin’ Day.
For the past thirty-three years.
When that changes,
Maybe I’ll find cause to celebrate.
Posted on May 21, 2014, in Diabetes and tagged diaversary. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.
Brilliant blog can empathise with 33 years also!
Although you want no cupcakes, don’t sell yourself short. That bolus of insulin (along with the other million things you’ve done in the name of D) are what will allow you to see high school graduations, weddings, and all. It’s not bad to take a look where you’ve been and where you’re going. So no fireworks, but congratulations anyway.
“A cupcake was never my motivation, nor will it be my reward.”
I feel this exact same way. I’ll be thinking of you today.
It’s weird how we put such weight on dates, and those dates connect us in strange ways…..the day you were being diagnosed, I was celebrating my 8th birthday, and it was soon after that I got chicken pox. But unlike you, I didn’t get diabetes then….it would be another 13 years before I would be diagnosed with diabetes. And yet, here we are, ending up knowing each other and sharing a common “date.” Ironically, I can apply much of what you say here about celebrating (or not) diabetes to celebrating getting older. Most definitely, the rewards in life are really the things to celebrate….who cares about a date, a number, an age, as long as we are here to experience the joy and love of our family and friends? 🙂
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You’re right, and you put this so eloquently. You’re right, it’s events that are noteworthy and not the dates. Dates can sometimes connect us and put our histories in two different places of the same world, rather than in two entirely different world. They can form weird bonds that way. But it’s what happened on those dates, and not the dates themselves, that really matter.
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Oh, and happy birthday! (And how embarrassing that I missed that in my earlier comment….)
Thanks, dude 😉
I felt much the same way on my last diaverary. I wasn’t proud or angry or much of anything – I just was. So celebrate however you see fit – like with a “normal” night at home with your loved ones. They are what truly matters anyway.
Guess you better return your Lilly medal, then. 😉
“…Not an arbitrary 365-day period or a gratuitous cupcake.”
brilliant my friend. This whole post is so much more than it seems.
I’ve been thinking about my “diaversary” as it’s coming up in a month. In fact, exactly a month from YOUR diaversary. This has given me a bit of motivation to write something now. It’s also helped me. A lot. thank you. Lovely words!
I’m not quite sure HOW or WHY it helped you so much, but I’m glad it did. Do what makes you feel right… not what makes you appear like you’re doing the so-called “right” thing. It’s so great to hear from you again too, Scully. I feel like it’s been awhile. Thanks for the feedback!
It’s kind of crazy to think how long every day has started the same way. I’ll keep hoping for the day that doesn’t start with a bolus!
I’m totally brain-fried this week, especially following D-Blog Week, so please forgive my lack of substance on this comment – Happy diaversary! I nod my head and raise a toast in your honor, and salute you in the knowledge that there’s many more to go and this isn’t anything to mark as a destination; just a point along the way to even more greatness.