Today marks 22 years since my diagnosis; 22 years since my world completely shifted. I’m grateful for the friendships and the memories diabetes has given me. I’m thankful for the drive to work hard and train harder. While I’ll never hate diabetes because of those things–because the positives outweigh the negatives–I am tired of T1D. I’m tired of planning and counting. I’m tired of all the details it takes just to go on a run. I’m tired of the healthcare costs and the supplies. I’m tired of planning meals and counting carbs and doing math at every meal. I think 22 years is long enough…
One day, this post won’t need to be written. I won’t need to go back and look at last year’s title or add up how many new finger sticks happened over the past 365 days. I won’t need to celebrate another successful year of living a healthy life with type 1 diabetes because there will be a cure. Yes, one day, this post won’t need an author because celebrating dia-versaries will turn until celebrating how many years I’ve lived free of type 1 diabetes. I want that anniversary!
The closest way to find a cure is to fund research, and the most fun way I know to do that is through JDRF Ride to Cure. So tonight, on the 22nd anniversary of my diagnosis, I will share with a few people at a local bike shop why I ride and why a cure matters to me. If you’re local, please come join us!
Twenty-two years is long enough. It’s time for a cure.