Diabetes already makes me think about my food in a completely different way than the average person. I don’t see a grilled cheese, I see 30 grams of carbohydrates. I don’t see an apple, I see 15 grams of carbohydrates. I don’t see a Starbucks Frappuccino, I see a bazillion carbohydrates.
I don’t have diabetes. No one in my immediate family has diabetes. What could I possibly write that can reach the bar my colleagues and others in the diabetes community have set? I thought about asking one of my colleagues to take my slot and write another great blog that tied to their personal connection.
Living this long with diabetes, you develop a personal relationship with the technology you depend on to keep you alive. That is why I still have every insulin pump I’ve ever used. Each one tells a story of where I was in my life with diabetes and I won’t let myself throw them out.
This past weekend was Mothers day. A common topic in the online community that I love to read is children living with type 1 reaching an age where they look back and realize, with deep gratitude, all their parents and supports did. I love to work with parents of children with type 1 and explain that one day their children will understand and thank them in a fully overwhelming way.
I’ve been living with 1 diabetes for almost 18 years. All of those years had challenges and successes. As you all know, living with diabetes forces you to be independent way beyond your years. You can’t just go and eat, school is not just about classes it’s about balance, and you are always watching numbers. The NUMBERS. For you, for your parents, for your doctors. Always watching, and always knowing I CAN do this.