But it's hard not to see this as a fresh start to my life. When I was diabetic, I couldn't imagine life without syringes and finger pricks and, most of all, the certainty that the disease would kill me. My mother would read medical journals and tell me of science's progress. They'll have a cure in your lifetime, she would say. It was the grim inevitability of diabetes that weighed most heavily on me.
Many diabetics live long lives in good health.
I was not one of them. Year after year, it seemed, the disease chipped away a little more from me. A little vision loss here, some kidney damage there. In my heart, I knew I would eventually lose the battle. And we'll raise a glass to uncertainty.