Today I accomplished my goal

My brother called me this morning.  I am six years older than him. "Happy Birthday Sis,  doesn't it seem weird how old we are now.  Does this birthday bother you, do you feel old?"  

When I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes I set a goal.  I hoped I would live to see a cure-but that wasn't my goal, it was a wish.  My goal was to have a family and see them grow up.  A simple goal, that most people take for granted.  If I hadn't gone through my journey, I wouldn't even think of it as a goal.  

I was a difficult case to diagnose.  My first doctor thought I was gestational-I wasn't.  They tried  pills for Type 2 diabetes-they didn't work.  They sent my blood work and info to Joslin in Boston, Mass.  I came back as Type 1  1/2.  This type was unheard of-you are either Type 1 Juvenile diabetic and need insulin or Type 2 adult onset and take pills, watch your diet and lose some weight.  I weighed 106-so that wasn't going to work.   It was crazy to give insulin to someone who still made insulin, but I had no choice.  I have had a lot of close calls. I stopped counting after the 9 lives moments.

Actually that isn't true.  I remember the 13th episode-it was real bad. Three tubes of sicky sweet glucose shoved down my throat and a Glycogen shot. Problem being  no one at the scene-legally was able to administer the shot. I was placed in  an ambulance while my Mom and kids looked on thinking I was dead. Hubby was out of town-Navy!  Within minutes, the guy arrived who was certified, jumped in the ambulance and administered  the shot.  I was back to my Chatty Cathy self.   I have passed out and fallen downstairs using my nose to brake.  I have tried to wrestle my husband who is 6'4.  I am 5'1...no one in their right mind, my size would attempt that.   Between all the highs(1380) and lows(17)...I'm still here!

I have to thank my family for being my angels-all of them have helped save me at some point in time.  I am fortunate that my insulin was changed five years ago, and eventually my pancreas did die.  Today I celebrate my birthday-I have yet to have one that I dread.  When I turned 30-I kept hearing, "Oh, oh, the big 3-0!"  I laughed, 40 did not bother me...either.  Ugh...50-uh, no!

 I am just thrilled to be here to celebrate another second, minute, hour, day, week, month and year!  Sure, I am not excited about the wrinkles and the gray hair that is coming in wavy, against my straight black hair.  But, I get to see my kids grow up:  drive, prom, graduate, and maybe if I am lucky get  to see them married, be successful, and maybe have kids.

  My goal was to live long enough, so they would know me and me know them.  I'm the crazy mom that let my son have a LAN party with 12 teen age boys over night, while his Dad was out to sea.  The mom that went in the haunted house and almost peed her pants when a black n' white clown scared the day lights out of me. This was my daughter's unofficial first date. She was 14, boy was 15.   I'm not scared of clowns-he popped up, out of nowhere.  The Mom that said, after reading Wacky Wednesday, let's eat dinner for breakfast and breakfast for dinner.  lol   The Mom that turns Cake Nazi if the cake is still in the house, 24 hrs after the occasion.  I will get rid of it...it will go to a neighbor or disappear!   The mom that will take so many photos you will get over a camera being  in your face.  lol    So, today I made it to the age I never thought I would!  Celebrate every day, because you never know....now run along and go hug someone you love  ;D

 Chatty Cathy is going to the movies!