It’s been a year.

2013 was a big year. In January, I turned 30. In February I got my wisdom teeth out. In May, I almost died. In July I found the #DOC (diabetes online community). In August my husband started his master’s degree, my older daughter started kindergarten, my younger started preschool. In November we bought our second house. In December we moved.

It’s been a year since I almost died.

One year ago, I finally convinced myself, and then my doctor, that something wasn’t right. I’d been to the doctor twice, with one wrong diagnosis (and unnecessary antibiotics) and then no diagnosis. After about 2 months of INTENSE thirst, insatiable hunger, lethargy and extreme weight loss, I told my doctor that she NEEDED to run some tests. Two days after the initial blood draw I was called in for another because the only thing they found was an elevated blood glucose level. The nurse drawing the blood asked me if I was anorexic, did I mention extreme weight loss? My second blood glucose was MUCH lower (thanks to literally eating zero carbs for 3 days leading up to bloodwork part 2) but my A1C was 16.3. Those of you who know what an A1C is know that’s an extreme number. My body was eating itself. I was dying. All because a 30 year old woman with a slim frame is not considered at risk for diabetes, certainly not type 1.

My presentation was classic. There was really no doubt.

I learned my lesson. If it doesn’t feel right, check it out.

It’s been a year since I almost died, and now I do it every day.

Today is what we call a Diaversary, the anniversary of my Diabetes diagnosis. I’m so glad to be healthy again, even if I’m frightened at what it takes to feel that way. So today I will celebrate, I’ll eat an insanely sugary, unhealthy dessert, because and every year is worth celebrating,whether it involves major changes or not. And yes, I CAN eat that. Last year was a big year, and I’m praying I never have a year that big again.