The day that didn’t change my life – by Helen May
20th January 2004. A date I will never forget. It was definitely the not the happiest day of my life but seven years later, I don’t think of it as a bad day. Just as Olly was saying, he remembers the day when his son was diagnosed with diabetes, I too remember the day I was diagnosed.
I don’t want to dwell on the downs and downs (I don’t remember any ups that day). I think instead of how lucky we are that modern medicine has progressed so we can be diagnosed and we can be treated.
As I have said before, from the start, I was told diabetes should not stop me doing anything. I have continued to walk, run, climb, cycle, date, slob (yes, I do have my days doing not a lot), holiday in new and exotic locations, try out new exciting activities, … I continue to live my life.
Yes, there have been small changes to my life. Most of these are things diabetes has led me to do rather than not do: take this blog for example. I think the biggest day to day change is carrying a handbag everywhere I go. I still don’t know what the average woman drags around with here day to day but I now join in with a bag of insulin pens, needles, lancets, meter and dextrose.
So in celebration of handbags, I always mark 20th January. Given the proximity to the most depressing day of the year, I’ve never have trouble finding friends to join me. We have had a slap-up dinner, just been out for a few drinks, celebrated in a spa and, one year, thirty friends and I spent a weekend in the country together.
This year, I haven’t decided how I’ll be marking the date but join me in a toast to modern medicine, the discovery of insulin, handbags and how my discovery on 20th January 2004, didn’t change my life.