Home for the Anniversary
I remember sitting at the computer to see if anyone had left me message while my away message was up. It was July 4, 2002 and it was my 13 year dia-versary. I of course had written something about having diabetes for 13 years. I was expecting smiley faces and congrats and instead I came back to first dia-buddy saying “And we get to go home in just a few short weeks.” She was my first dia-buddy, and she’ll always hold that title, but we had already grown apart being in different schools. It was a moment when I knew that she’d still always be important.
On Friday, I will have had diabetes for TWENTY-FIVE years. There is so much about this dia-versary that has gone wrong from the start, and gone right. I always envisioned that I would spend this one with my parents, specifically my mother. Both of my parents always celebrated the anniversary, but my mom did the every day ins and outs of diabetes until I went on a pump. I wouldn’t be the person I am, or the person with diabetes I am, without all of her hard work for all of those years. If there is one thing to know about me, it’s that I am a huge family person, and I’m missing a huge family party next weekend. There are ways I could’ve been there, but it would have interrupted FFL, and I just don’t think that interrupting this experience will help. After last year, my parents were going to come to FL this year, but it just couldn’t happen.
Now that I’m about to get on a plane though, I feel as though I am going home to celebrate. Sure, there will be a few people left behind in New England who understand, but EVERY person I will be with in Florida understands. I know how I feel about this, and my box of tissues is packed, but I am at a loss for words. This feels right. Friends for Life was not my childhood, but it has been a huge part of my adult life, even if I’ve only been once. I want to say thank you to those people who have already made this week amazing, even though I’m still sitting in my apartment. Mostly Christel, Kim & Kerri.