My pancreas gave up the ghost in 1997. The rest of me lives on, picking up the slack with the help of multiple daily insulin injections and blood glucose monitoring. In the absence of insulin injections, I'd have only a few days to live. In other words, if it weren't for modern medicine, I would have left this lovely planet at the age of 21. That is what it means to have type one diabetes and this is me making the most of my extra years. Sometimes feeling a little bit sorry for myself but mostly overwhelmingly grateful for the extra time.