Happy Anniversary!
Three hundred and sixty-six days ago, I had no concept of what today would feel like. I was the sickest I’d ever been in my life, and I was horrified when the first words that the nurse at my doctor’s office asked were “How long have you been diabetic?” Suddenly, 2008 looked like an endurance race that I was sure to fail miserably at.
Who would have ever believed that becoming diabetic would be this good? I mean, my first thought certainly wasn’t “This could be one of the greatest things that’s ever happened to me!” But strangely enough, it’s worked out that way.
One year later, I’m healthier than I’ve ever been. I’ve shed 70 pounds, my diabetes is under control for the most part, and I’ve proven to myself that being diabetic doesn’t mean my life is over, or even limited in any major way. So I carry around syringes and make jokes about being a druggie, and I take my coffee with Splenda now. Minor inconveniences, for the most part.
I’m honestly thankful for being diabetic. I never imagined that life could be this good as a diabetic. But I’ve learned a lot in the past year. I’ve grown up a lot, and I’ve realized that God can use even a broken pancreas to teach me how to rely on Him.
So, a tribute to my busted pancreas: we did it! May we have many, many more happy, healthy years ahead of us! 
I’m so proud of you, but not surprised at your ability to overcome and even flourish in difficult circumstances.
Take that lemons and make yourself some serious sugar-free lemonade. God knows. You prove every day that potential is something meant to be used.