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When I Became A Born-Again Diabetic

A year ago right now I was in the hospital, coming to terms with the likelihood that my transplanted pancreas wasn’t working.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was over 1,000 miles from home.  I’ve been hospitalized numerous times over the years, but this time I was faced with the prospect of a long flight home from L.A. with a much different health status than when I left.

It was the most extreme emotional letdown of my life because I was two days in to a conference for professional speakers.  Ideas were coming at me from all directions and I knew I’d need to hit the ground running when I got home.  It was one of those rare moments when I felt completely in my element.  I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was intended to do.

At a mid-afternoon break, I bought a Dr. Pepper from a vending machine to give me a caffeine boost.  Later that evening I started feeling nauseated.  The roller-coaster was about to take a sharp drop.

I wrote about it last year on my other blog.  That week taught me some valuable life lessons thanks to the generosity of others and reflection on my own life.  It was good for me to go back and re-read these posts from last year.  I hope you get something valuable from following my progress through that strange but life-altering week in my life.

My L.A. Odyssey Part 1

Part 2: Exactly Where God Wanted Me to Be

Part 3: Seismic Jolt In California

Part 4: Life Lessons of the LaBrea Tar Pits

Part 5: The Right Way to Start A Day

Part 6: Generosity Is Never A Mistake

Part 7: Diagnosis and Time Warp