Today is the 22nd anniversary of my diagnosis with diabetes. I am proud of how I've handled it but also so sad to that it ever had to happen in the first place.
This vintage British World War II poster from sfgirlbybay, which I have framed in my office at work, sums up my overall attitude about diabetes these days. Maybe it's because my mom is British so it's sentiment resonates deeply in my dna, or maybe it's just because it feels like it's the only choice I have, but there you have it. 22 years. Keep calm. Carry on.