Well, this is not the “last” one. But I have finally come to the end of my 30 Days With Diabetes series. It went by fast. And I want to thank you for sticking with it and for supporting my blog with your readership. It means a lot.

I started this series to make a daily commitment to my writing and re-connect with you – the online community, who have enabled me to maintain this blog and feel less alone living with an incurable chronic condition. The posts that resonated the most with you – diabulimia research, blood sugar mayhem, eating, dating, sleep, fathers and acetaminophen (essentially the sum of our lives) – will continue to astound me.

But I hope you learned something. I certainly did. I loved experimenting with form, style, humor and vulnerability. And apparently, I have a lot to say – some positive and some negative. But isn’t that what life is all about?

I realized that if I could set aside time every day to manage Type 1 diabetes, then I could set aside time every day to do something I love. This didn’t give me an infinite amount of energy. In fact, some days, it took away from what little energy I had. But when it comes to my well-being and happiness, it mattered.

I’m going to take a week off to give myself a break and digest all of this, but I’ll be back.

Thanks, as always, for being you.

And for your Type 1 diabetes tidbit: whenever I change out my pod, I use a needle to remove insulin from a vial and then shoot that into my new pod. But because my vials are small and sitting on my bathroom sink (which Norm has deemed his playground), Norm thinks it’s fair game and will often use his paw to scoot the vial across the counter and onto the floor. Cats! (and thank the world for durable glass containers.)

This post is part of my 30 Days With Diabetes series.