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December 8th 2007 @ 9:15 am by
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I was reading
Vivian's blog the other day and she talked about finding peace when you deal with chronic illness. She deals with two - her son has type 1 and her husband has MS. She's a woman with an awful lot on her plate and she spoke of how she wished she could just accept her lot in life, make peace with the hand she was dealt. I responded on her blog, but it got me thinking.
I don't know if you can ever totally make peace with your lot in life. In fact, I don't think that you
should. You can accept it for what it is - your life - but you can still be pissed off about it at times and cry about it at times and blog about it at times. I don't think people should just meekly accept things. I think getting dealt a bum hand completely allows you to rage about it.
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December 8th 2007 @ 9:15 am by
JuliaCategories:
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Views: 409
I was reading
Vivian's blog the other day and she talked about finding peace when you deal with chronic illness. She deals with two - her son has type 1 and her husband has MS. She's a woman with an awful lot on her plate and she spoke of how she wished she could just accept her lot in life, make peace with the hand she was dealt. I responded on her blog, but it got me thinking.
I don't know if you can ever totally make peace with your lot in life. In fact, I don't think that you
should. You can accept it for what it is - your life - but you can still be pissed off about it at times and cry about it at times and blog about it at times. I don't think people should just meekly accept things. I think getting dealt a bum hand completely allows you to rage about it.
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Fifteen years. A decade and a half. Thousands of days. Millions of minutes. Over half my life.
It doesn't seem real that I've lived with diabetes for fifteen years. It doesn't seem fathomable that this is only the first fifteen years of many more. I can't imagine how the rest of my life will daily involve diabetes despite the daily involvement of the last fifteen years. I just can't picture more infusion sets, more doctors appointments, more worries.
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My blood sugar is currently at 384. I just stare at the number. My mind trying not to fathom what those digits represent. I checked my blood sugar because I wanted to enjoy the cookie that I saved from dinner. Now I stare at this cookie, taunting me, telling me how my life is going to be. It looks so yummy with its million chocolate chips and golden brown hue. But those numbers tell me that my cookie will have to wait.
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I used to really like
Dr. Oz. I loved the way his book
YOU on a Diet makes complicated bodily functions make sense. I loved his simplistic approach to hunger and satiety, how you can satisfy your appetite centers with something other than food. I loved his easy recipes and simple exercise plan. It's all so, well, simple.
Dr. Oz is really good at simplifying things. Sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes it's a bad thing. A very bad thing.
I was half-watching one of the morning TV talk shows earlier this week. When I saw the good doctor take the stage I turned up the volume. He was promoting his new book,
YOU Staying Young. The segment featured a man and a woman who had followed the plan for three months and not only lost weight, they looked and felt younger and healthier than they had in years.
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Do you ever find yourself telling strangers that you or your child has diabetes when you really don't have to? I don't do it all the time, but I guess I've done it enough to wonder why.
Am I consciously seeking sympathy? I did this recently at the bank when the teller offered a green lollipop to me for Charlie, who was sitting a few feet away in the waiting area.
To the bank teller's credit, she did everything right.
"Can he have this?" she said in a whisper as to not alert Charlie, who was busy filling out a small business loan application in blue crayon.
"Well, no, not right now, but thank you."
I totally could have let it drop right there. But no.
"He has diabetes."
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I walked into my local Whole Foods Body store with the best of intentions. I wanted just one item. I didn't know what brand to buy, but I had a general idea of what I was looking for. When the salesperson said the magic words, "What can I help you find today," I should have run far away. Instead, we started a dialog that left me leaving the store with a full bag and an empty wallet.
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World Diabetes Day (WDD) was designated by the UN and is led by the
International Diabetes Federation (IDF). This is the first such day observed by the UN. The federation hosts a
Diabetes Atlas that is full of interesting and sometimes astounding information. I'm not going to recap it all here, but suffice it to say I am very lucky to have type 2 in the United States as opposed to most other countries in the world. A type 1 diagnosis is still a death sentence for many people in sub-Saharan Africa and other poor regions of the world. And this is 86 years after the discovery of insulin.
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Got home from work, nuked my blackened pork chops and sat down at the table beside Susanne.
"So there's this company in England that has created cell clusters similar to those the body uses to control blood sugar," I tell her before lunging into my pork.
She sips her water and nods.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Pretty cool. Also, in another study in mice, it seems adult blood could be a richer source of insulin-creating stem cells than fertilized eggs," I continue.
"Uh huh."
"Yep. Hey, I had another idea for our fundraiser , "
That's when she stops me.
"Can we not talk about diabetes anymore tonight?"
Susanne is knee-deep in the trenches every day; desperately pulling down high sugars like helium-filled balloons that refuse to stay grounded. She spends other days saving Charlie from catastrophic lows. Saving our family. Making very difficult decisions. Taking blood from him in the wee hours of the night like a vampire. Getting her hands dirty.
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This is all over the diabetes online community and may have already been posted about on here, but I'm going to chime in with my 2 cents.
Have you heard? Halle Berry has managed to
cure herself of type 1 diabetes and has beaten it down to type 2 and doesn't need insulin any more.
Isn't that a neat trick?
Perez Hilton even has something on it. You know the diabetes online community is really up in arms if it's being reported on
Perez Hilton!
It's been talked almost to death, but I don't understand what Halle Berry's problem is with having diabetes. If she has type 1, is she ashamed of that? If it's type 2, shouldn't she be out there saying "Look! It's not a fat disease! Thin people who eat well and exercise a lot can also get type 2!
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