The Idea of an Essay, Volume 2

32 covering my legs, the dogs barking in the backyard, and the sun shining in through the window. By the end of that summer, I had read all six of Austen’s novels, and I still craved more. Looking back on that summer, I remember all those raw emotions from my diagnosis: stress, shock, fear, anger, confusion. By far, it was the hardest event that I have experienced, but it has also been one of the most beneficial. Because of my diabetes, I have acquired many new passions, and I have been molded into the person I am today. I appreciate the work of authors far more than I would have without that stressful year in 2011. Because of these books I read, I finally received the rest I needed. Because of the literature, I dealt with my life changes in a peaceful manner. Even though that summer was a transition time, learning to manage my blood sugar every moment of each day, I had my fictional companions and their worlds in which they lived. I could simply drift away into these imaginary realms when needed, and I did. Because of that doctor’s appointment, I discovered my diabetes. Because of my diabetes, I discovered my beloved books. For me, the classic JaneAusten became my companion and comforter that hectic summer. Since my encounter with her, I’ve come to know and love many others, finding pleasure in their works, seeking their company when I am feeling down. Reflecting back on that summer, I am thankful for that trial of being diagnosed, because without it, I may never have come to love and appreciate books as I do now.