On this, the first day of Diabetes Awareness Month, I want to thank all my family and friends who have reached out to support me this past year. You have all blessed me more than you’ll know. I appreciate the low-carb meals, your willingness to speak a bit more distinctly when you sense my BG might be high and I’m struggling to understand (and really, trying to not fall asleep while you talk), and the rush for Smarties when you see my hands shaking and I break out in a sweat.
Blood glucose is a tricky monster to control and I’m not a pancreas, don’t want to be a pancreas and can’t always regulate it as well as I’d like. You can perform all the calculations, dose your insulin according to your prescription, eat the same thing day after day, and you’ll never get the same result twice. It’s also interesting that a food that may cause a huge spike in my BG levels may not affect someone else at all. It seems we live each moment, bite-by-bite, insulin unit-by-unit, guessing, testing and trying again.
My Husband and I have a small goal to reach. We’d like to get to the point at which my diabetes is more of an annoyance than an obsession. I’d love to get to the point where testing, bolusing, calculating carbs, etc. happen and are part of my day, but don’t so overtake my thoughts. We’re getting there. . slowly but surely. I recently shared a meal with someone; I calculated, tested and bolused and the person I was with was surprised and noted that they never even saw me do it. I think she was a little disappointed to not be a part of that process. That’s ok. . she shouldn’t be. I didn’t get to help HER pancreas do all that either.
And then I think. . .It’s as if I can see that finish line ribbon being stretched across the track.