Today is the third anniversary of my diabetes diagnosis. Every year I celebrate being alive and, so far, without any major complications. It’s a big deal, this diagnostiversary. It’s one more year of seeing, one more year free of kidney damage, one more year of avoiding neuropathy. One more year that diabetes didn’t get me. One more year of life. I’m grateful for every day that I can get up, play with my pups, and go through the day with a comfy sofa and wagging tails to go home to. Life is a wonderful thing, and I love mine, diabetes and all. I wouldn’t ask for a different one if I could.