I’m sorry. I’m a really bad diabetic. I should be punished. I forgot my own diabetes anniversary. I know, I can’t believe it either. Surely this would be the first thing I think about every morning
I don’t feel I should miss out on a celebration due to a little amnesia (possible complication? Must google that) so I can officially announce that today is D-day. I have had diabetes for 26 years and 3 weeks today.
To be honest this isn’t something I normally pay much attention to. I certainly don’t have a party every year with presents, low carb food and a healthy game of tennis afterwards to ward off those post meal highs.
However, last year was my silver diabetes anniversary – 25 years – so I felt it deserved a bit of a celebration. I worked quite hard on the husband and the parents to convince them that 25 years of diabetes deserves a diamond, or a nice holiday, but I had my expectations lowered to a nice meal instead.
The strangest thing was watching my parents. Firstly them coming to terms with their daughter wanting to celebrate the anniversary of her nearly dying and being diagnosed with a potentially life-shortening chronic condition. And secondly trying to think of something to buy me to mark the occasion (somehow they didn’t think diamonds or holidays quite fit the bill). So my mum went for a helium balloon (I’ve loved these since I was a kid). Inexplicably the chronic disease section of the balloon shop was pretty bare. No “Congratulations you still have all your limbs” or “25 years and not blind yet” balloons to be seen. (Tim – please note this down as a new business opportunity).
For my very special 26 year and 3 week anniversary I think I’ll settle for a nice steady day with no hypos. And perhaps I should start planning now for my 30th anniversary to ensure suitable merchandise is available.