Hello to all my fellow diabetic and nondiabetic inhabitants of this earth. My name is Abby, I’m a 25-year-old Vancouver native currently living in Toronto, Canada. I’m a musician, health enthusiast and lover of all things chocolate.

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This website is a personal projection for my constant thirst for learning new and better ways to live as a type 1 diabetic. Being chronically ill has the potential to be chronically shitty, but it doesn’t have to be. Over the past 7 years of having diabetes, I’ve learned a lot about how to harmoniously coexist (for the most part) with the beast it can sometimes prove to be. I know that my blood sugar will never be perfect all the time, but knowing that I have the ability to keep it within my comfortable range, and still live a fulfilling, non-restrictive life, is empowering to me. The reason I care so much about maintaining the best blood sugar I can is because my ultimate goal is to be super old and wrinkly and not have any complications. Check out “my journey” to read more about the different diets and experiments I’ve tried that have lead me to where I am today.

 

 

"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is

another riddle.”

 

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

It's been a hot minute since I last made a blog post, so I'd thought I'd take the time to tell you a little story on me and my medical ID journey :) 

I remember when I was first diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, I was SUPER self-conscious. I was 16 years old and was extremely concerned with what other people thought of me. I was diagnosed over the winter break (specifically new years eve), so I didn’t have to miss any school while I was in children’s hospital learning about how to manage my new lifestyle. Before that break, I was just like everyone else in school, and coming back to scho...

Taking my mind back to the day I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes is a dream-like experience. Some parts of the day are so vividly engrained in my memory and others are a complete blur. Perhaps the strongest memory I have of that day is not a vision – but a feeling. The feeling of my life being radically changed and having absolutely no control over it. I entered the doctor's office as a free-spirited, angsty, ambitious 16-year-old, and exited the hospital with a bag full of needles, grief, and disbelief. I’ve always been a sensitive loner, only really opening up to my mom on very seldom...

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