Insulin pump
Originally uploaded by kyleroth.

One year ago today, my life changed forever. I woke up at 4:30 so I could nurse Liv before heading out to meet Sarah for our morning run. I had been training for the Cleveland Marathon for at least 3 months, but my runs seemed to be getting more difficult as time went on. We were set to do an easy 6 miles, but my legs felt like lead and I was having trouble talking because my breathing was labored. I told Sarah about my fear…that I thought the diabetes was back. For the prior month, my thirst was insatiable, my vision was blurred and I was running to the bathroom every chance I got. I felt so defeated. I knew that having gestational diabetes increased your risk of developing type 2 diabetes later in life, so I assumed that my training and weight loss would keep it at bay, but it wasn’t type 2 that was knocking at my door…type 1 had already let itself in.

I took Sarah and Kyle’s advice…I went to the doctor. I was immediately hospitalized. I was forced to wean my 6 month old baby girl. I was diagnosed with a chronic disease. I was devastated.

Since that day, I ran a half marathon, started pumping insulin, ran some 5-K’s and a 10-miler, completed a marathon, and am training for another. I check my blood sugar at least 8 times a day in an attempt to stay in control. I struggle with food. I blame myself when I lose balance. I pray for a cure.

There are days that I break down in tears because I just want it to go away. I would give anything to have one day where I can roll out of bed and run without having to test my blood sugar; adjust my basal rate; wear a pack with my meter, phone, and glucose; and check my sugar along the way…a day without infusion sets, basal rates, boluses, finger sticks, carb counting, and blood sugars… a day without diabetes.

It has given me a reason to overcome. It pushes me to challenge myself and my limitations. It inspires me to live, and for that…I am grateful.