Day 5 of Diabetes Blog Week. The topic: What is one thing you would tell someone who doesn’t have diabetes about living with diabetes?
This is a hard one for me. But it shouldn’t be. If you’ve followed my writing at all, you know with what vigor, emotion and honesty I’ve sought to unearth and define for myself—and for others—so many of the deep, troubling aspects of living with diabetes. I’m talking beyond the mechanics of blood sugar checks and carb counting, beyond IVs and Christmases spent in the hospital. Beyond shots and bruises and tender, hurt feelings.
These are things I never understood about myself or about life or creed or my family and the people I love. Tiny outlooks. Perceptions. Conclusions. Sentiments both large and small that arrived not at the end of some long and incredible journey as perhaps I once eluded, but which sank in slowly, over time, in the face of a mountain of resistance and struggles against them, turning them away, begging them leave us—leave her—alone. At some point there is nothing left to do but embrace them because they are all there is in this world and all there ever will be until such time as things change. And they will, one day.
Life is a revolving door. Attitudes come, attitudes go. We, too, change. We learn. We grow. We rise to the call. And I suppose if there is but one thing I would say to someone about what it is like to life with diabetes it would be that. It is a vocation, a duty, an occupation that knows no end, no weekend, no holidays, no worry-free golden years. From others it beseeches consideration, understanding, and for some: devotion, loyalty and a faithfulness that anything in life is possible with love.