Today, October 27th, is my birthday. Most people love their birthdays. But this day always holds mixed feelings. 14 years ago on my tenth birthday, my family came home from dinner to a voicemail from my pediatrician: My routine blood work had shown an abnormally high glucose. Chances were, I had type 1 diabetes (T1D). Two days later, I was admitted to Children's National Medical Center and was released on Halloween (great timing, I know).
Today, as I walk into the same hospital I was diagnosed—this time as a research fellow—I can't help but reflect on everything this day means.