My first was as a child – never worried about the future and only focusing on the now. I fought hard in sports and in school, but I was not wanting for much more than that. I did not have an inkling of how lucky I was. My parents tell me I was always smiling and always on the move.
Then came Type 1 Diabetes. Like a truck, it wheeled over me and I felt damaged and alone. I managed it conservatively and, while doing so, ruined the very part of me that was happy and free. T1D felt like a prison.
One day I just said “stop”. I started living freely and irreverently. Nothing could stop me. I was young, well-educated and out to conquer the world. Of course, this lifestyle was not sustainable. The complications hit me worse than the diabetes had as a teenager and now I was not just damaged through my disease but also through my behavior.
Transplantation saved my life three times but my daughter, Liv, makes my life worth living each day. Without her, I would not have been able to return to feelings of happiness and freedom from paranoia, control and thoughts of giving up.
Today, on Independence Day, I celebrate freedom, in all shapes and forms. It might be a day without pain, a walk after not being able to, advocacy to push for change for more than just yourself, courage to share your thoughts and dreams, or simply smiling in the morning when waking up.
