Say Hi to Allison!
I have three upcoming guest blogs to celebrate my D-day and you guys are in for a treat. All three stories are so amazing I didn’t know where to start, so I decided to go in order of how the posts arrived in my inbox. First off is Allison who writes over at Lemonade Life. To be honest, I was just introduced to her blog a few weeks ago via a Twitter suggestion by another guest blogger (to be named in the upcoming days!). But when I read her post about talking to a lemon, I knew this girl understood where I was right that instant. You see, I have no friends IRL that have diabetes. My friends are sensitive and they listen, but they don’t understand, no matter how hard they try (and I do love them for trying)!). My eyes have been open, thanks to all three of my guests, to the wealth of understanding on these here interwebs. I have a huge support system here that I don’t know what I’d do without. So, I read a bit more of Allison’s stuff and I put it right out there on Twitter that I’d like her to guest post. She immediately said she would help (and said I was funny so I automatically liked her even more!) We exchanged e-mails and without further ado, here’s Allison’s story to continue the DDay celebration!
When I was in elementary school, I really wanted my ears pierced. All my friends had them. I would list the names of my friends who had their ears pierced, since clearly if everyone else could do it, so could I. Repeatedly I would bring the subject up with my mother, and each time, she said no. I don’t know if she thought that I would be ready for the pain or if I would just be irresponsible and lose hundreds of dollars worth of earrings over the years (maybe my mother was on to something…), but she just said no.
Then one day, we were in the car driving to dinner when my mother pulled over at a strip mall near my house.
“What are we doing?” I asked.
“Do you still want to get your ears pierced?” my mother asked. My mother told me that since I had done such a good job over the last year with taking care of my diabetes, they were going to let me get my ears pierced as a present. I was giddy as they punctured my small 9-year-old ears.
But celebrating my anniversary wasn’t a one-time deal. No sir, once you introduce an opportunity for a child to get something without doing anything, you better believe they are going to hold you to it! Over the years, I received things like jewelry and dolls, and when I was in college my mom would send me make-up or whatever I requested for that year.
Even as a twentysomething living in New York City, I still celebrate my anniversary by going out to dinner with my boyfriend (paid for by me these days, but it’s still an excuse to go somewhere nice).
A diagnosis date is for most people a sad, melancholy day. It is for me too. I get especially emotional in the days leading up to my anniversary, hyperaware of the amount of time and energy I have spent on this blasted disease. But I also think of it as a new year, a renewed commitment to keeping up my health so that I will live to see many more anniversary dates in the future. I also think that because a diagnosis date carries such a serious weight that it’s important to acknowledge the awesomeness that we are during the year. We do things most people wouldn’t dream about doing, and yet we are so hard on ourselves. If you are a healthy and happy, then celebrate it!
Thanks again Allison! Feel free to guest post ANYTIME 🙂 And everyone else, make sure to visit her blog Lemonade Life. Tomorrow, get ready to meet another guest…and I promise, you won’t be disappointed. I haven’t steered you wrong yet right? XO