Kind of odd.
Sorta like saying, “15 years ago I got hit by that car.”
But it’s not just about the disease and the forever-life-changes it brings.
It’s about the life God has breathed into mine these last 9 years.
How has it been 9 years since the doctor looked at me and confirmed my fear?
I had type-1 diabetes. And now joined Dad as a card-carrying member of the club no one applies for.
There have been days it’s been rough. That unapproved tears rise up and I think, Enough of this. I’ve had enough of this.
It’s scary. I can’t even remember the days before insulin and blood-testing strips. It’s like a fog.
But then most days I can appreciate:
- the insulin pump
- that I had a dad who modeled that diabetes doesn’t define my life…it is part of my life
- that God loves me enough to use my non-functioning pancreas to teach me a huge life lesson–I need people.
Asking for help and needing others has never come easy to this girl.
Thanks, Jesus, for being the Hero of my in-process battle.