Year Three

Happy Diaversary Grace!

Its been three years since Grace was diagnosed.

You can read about her diagnosis here. And year ones's Diaversary here. And year two's Diaversary is here.

And here we are, three years into this game. And we are in a different place. Each year brings about something new. Year one was the shock and awe phase, and the introduction to the DOC. Year two was the year of the pump, the year of acceptance and learning that diabetes comes along for the ride, everywhere.

Year three, I would categorize it as a year of stretching for us both. For Grace, it was about celebrating, yes, celebrating her diabetes-ness through diabetes camp, d-friends and d-meetups. It was a year of moving forward for her, embracing new challenges in school and growing up. And a year of literally g-r-o-w-i-n-g as she grew 3 inches this year. And learning to take on more responsibility of her care. And being OK with it all.

For me, year three brings about ideas of personal growth, of accepting that this is the new normal we live with, the idea that I am not a perfect pancreas and God I should stop trying to be one! and ideas that I can't possibly do this without the support of my friends in the diabetes online community.

Three is a turning point. One is learning. Two is rounding the bend. Three means you're stuck with it for life. Three reminds me that we are not newbies anymore. Three reminds me that we survived the worst and are here to tell the tale. Three years reminds we that we are survivors. Three years reminds me how fast time goes. And how much it changes a person to have to walk through the fire.

Year three is also reminding me that one year it will be year thirteen, then twenty three, then thirty, then thirty three. May there be many more threes in her life.

Year three is the trifecta... the perfect alignment of the sun, moon and stars... the triangle, the trinity...it's one more than a golden double...good things happen in threes.

Three.
Three down and many more to go.
God willing.

Happy Third Diaversary my sweet Grace! 

You are all that, and a bag of chips.

(which you CAN eat, by the way!)