So today (26th August 2019) marks 25 years since I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.
A lot has happened.
Technology advancements.
Lots of learning.
Finding my community.
Accidental advocacy.
Diabetes related complications.
My son’s diagnosis.
But that’s all in the past.
Right now, there is one overwhelming feeling.
That time has gone fucking quickly!
So, what about the future?
Right now, I’m ok with my diabetes management.
More ok than I ever have been and maybe a blog post on why will be written soon.
So, the future there looks good to me.
I care very little about statistics but two stand out for me today.
I’m 50 years old.
I’ve now had this half of my life and the older I get the faster time seems to go.
I have some very definite plans for what’s left of my life.
So, I need to make sure I take steps to be around as long as possible.
Steps to minimise the health risks that increase with age and are upped more by the length of time I’ve had this condition.
Priority one as of today is my heart.
I kind of need it.
My focus is not driven by fear nor by diabetes.
Family history of heart issues and strokes is addingup and that’s for family members that tick few or none of the at-risk boxes.
Of course, I can stick an added chunk of risk on what’s already there by having T1D.
No point in me making statements and promises of what I’m going to do except that it’s top of my list of things to discuss at my annual review next month and we’ll take it from there.
I learned a long time ago that living well with diabetes is not just about diabetes and I plan to be doing exactly that for at least another 25 years!
Live Long and Bolus.
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The Grumpy Pumper 