I often find myself contemplating words like normal when it comes to chronic illness. Even after having diabetes for so long, I am still surprised by how not normal it can feel. I'm coming up on that milestone of having it as long as not having it in my life which feels weird and a bit sad to me. You'd think after all this time it would feel more real and less other. Of course on many levels it feels totally normal, and I can honestly not imagine my life any other way anymore. But still, deep down inside there are moments when I catch my breath at the realization that indeed, this is normal for me. Amazing that it is, and more amazing still that it continues to surprise in the midst of it's persistent presence.