Pharrell and I ... we both be happy
Have you ever read the lyrics to Pharrell William's song "Happy"? It is worth the read. Here. I'll wait while you read them.
"Can't nothing bring me down. My levels too high." Well said, well said Pharrell.
It was a completely random decision to look up and read the lyrics to the song. It was streaming online and I was sitting down to write this post and for some reason, I thought I'd look up the lyrics.
The plan was to post about the significance of today — give or take a day. I don't remember the exact date unfortunately but I remember the day clear as can be. It was 24 years ago.
Twenty-four years ago.
Twenty-four years ago my pancreas was officially declared dead. Twenty-four years ago I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. As an eight-year-old, hearing the first syllable, I was convinced I would die.
Neener, neener. I'm still alive and kicking — even with a few scary episodes — diabetes hasn't killed me off yet. And with each day, I'm getting better and better at controlling it, not hating it and not being ashamed of it. If you asked my eight-year-old self if I'd be where I am today, I'm sure she'd give you an attitude filled answer of "doubtful."
I'm not sure why Pharrell is happy but I know why I am happy. I'm happy because I can celebrate another year of battling this disease and for the first time in a long, long time, I'm on the winning side. This is a darn good happy feeling. Nice try diabetes, but as Pharrell said, can't nothing bring me down. Not even you. Here is to another 20+ years.
I wrote a guest blog about "dia-versaries" and when it is posted, I'll share a link to it.
"Can't nothing bring me down. My levels too high." Well said, well said Pharrell.
It was a completely random decision to look up and read the lyrics to the song. It was streaming online and I was sitting down to write this post and for some reason, I thought I'd look up the lyrics.
The plan was to post about the significance of today — give or take a day. I don't remember the exact date unfortunately but I remember the day clear as can be. It was 24 years ago.
Twenty-four years ago.
Twenty-four years ago my pancreas was officially declared dead. Twenty-four years ago I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. As an eight-year-old, hearing the first syllable, I was convinced I would die.
Neener, neener. I'm still alive and kicking — even with a few scary episodes — diabetes hasn't killed me off yet. And with each day, I'm getting better and better at controlling it, not hating it and not being ashamed of it. If you asked my eight-year-old self if I'd be where I am today, I'm sure she'd give you an attitude filled answer of "doubtful."
I'm not sure why Pharrell is happy but I know why I am happy. I'm happy because I can celebrate another year of battling this disease and for the first time in a long, long time, I'm on the winning side. This is a darn good happy feeling. Nice try diabetes, but as Pharrell said, can't nothing bring me down. Not even you. Here is to another 20+ years.
I wrote a guest blog about "dia-versaries" and when it is posted, I'll share a link to it.
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