The End

I started this blog with very little intention as to where it would go.  I slowly began to realize that besides the therapy it provided, it served as a yardstick.  I would close it when I felt ready.

I am ready. 

I have made it to the point where diabetes is a normal part of my life.  It's all under control.  It doesn't affect other parts of my life (though some connections were tangential or non-existant).  

I spent almost three weeks in Europe over the holiday.  It served two purposed: to cleanse myself of the former three months, and perhaps a final test.  I didn't have high blood sugar once, low only a few times, and managed with a tremendous amount of english beer.  

I am no political-correctness nut.  I hate those who are.  So the following has nothing to do with labels per-say.  

I began this process as a diabetic.  It was all encompassing.  It consumed me.

I end as a person with diabetes.  It's one part of my life which I have to monitor, but only in the back of my mind.  It's an afterthought.

I can live with the afterthought.