That’s me, of course. Probably in my early twenties, just a few years after getting diabetes at the age of 18. This month is my 40th year with diabetes. I can’t say if I ever thought I’d reach this point: I don’t think I ever really considered it. I did think, however, how in the world will I read the little lines on my syringe when I’m old? Luckily at 58, I still have my eyesight. And better yet, I don’t think I’m old, yet!

I wrote about my journey to here on the Huffington Post. Maybe another reflection when I hit 50 years!