Summer solstice has not yet arrived, but it seems like mid-summer here in Ohio, hot and sparkly with bright colors in evidence everywhere in nature. (Well, except for our nuisance Raccoons.) Still I'm thinking ahead to my autumn celebrations, the time of muted colors. First will be my 82nd birthday, then my husband and I will celebrate our 59th wedding anniversary. Of course I will also take note of my 19th diaversary on November 22, 1993. Yes, I was diagnosed at the age of 63 -- first as a Type 2, later as Type 1, and needing insulin immediately.
A few of my friends here on TuDiabetes are aware of my age, but kindly haven't mentioned my "secret". I didn't want to be preoccupied by my age as I wrote here, so I originally decided not to mention it. I also feared that my words would be ignored because of it -- ageism. Since I joined TuD in March, 2010, most people have already decided whether or not to read my words, so I decided that it's time to just say it: Wow! I'm almost 82!