August 29 – My Coma Day August 29, 2013, is the 40th anniversary of my Coma Day — the day I spent in a coma while my doctors tried to figure out what was wrong with me. Turned out it was Type 1 Diabetes, and they were able to bring me back to consciousness the next day. Every year on that day, I celebrate another year of surviving and thriving in spite of all the dire predictions I was given by the medical community during my slow, painful progress back to a point where I could be released from hospital (I think it was a few months, but it was so long ago, and I was so young, I think I have skipped over that in my memory to a great degree). In a nutshell, it went something like this: You will never: live past 40 have kids be able to participate in sports be healthy be normal be able to manage a challenging job You will:. have your feet and legs amputated lose kidney function and need transplants and dialysis have heart disease and multiple heart attacks go blind spend a lot of time in hospital die young …and so on…. As this milestone [...] continue the story