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There comes a point where death isn't scary anymore. But hope...hope is scary.

 

I'm a fan of Grey's Anatomy on ABC. The latest episode featured a terminal cancer patient...a young and seemingly vibrant woman (minus the disease ravaging her body)...who was seeking physician assisted suicide. Those lines up there were ones she said in defense of her own death.

 

As they passed through the TV speakers, they hit me. Hard. I know they're just fiction, that some TV writer/producer thought them up. Someone thought they knew what it felt like to face that precipice. Maybe they actually do. Maybe they're writing from experience the way that I am now.

 

Those words hit me hard because it's a way that I've never verbalized about emotions that I constantly feel. I've never really considered death and hope in that way. The fear. In a reverse kind of way.

 

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I went to the movies with a girl friend last night. We've only met one other time and I didn't feel that instant "best friend" vibe but Marvin was busy and I was dressed cute. So I decided to venture outside my shy self. We ended up seeing Next Three Days at Studio Movie Grill. Dinner and a movie all in one. Expensive, but good.

 

Next Three Days hasn't really been advertised here but the few times I'd seen it come up I thought it looked good. It seemed like my type of movie. I had no idea if it'd be hers, but her pick was sold out. We ordered dinner. I had a glass of wine. The movie started.

 

**Notice: some spoilers here...a big part of the movie will be given away if you continue to read. Just for those of you planning to see it (which I do recommend!)!**

 

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Last night, I was enjoying an episode of "Brothers & Sisters" after an exhausting weekend with Marvin at his childhood friend's wedding. Quite ironically, the character Paige (she's about 13 or 14) was at a party and was peer pressured by a "friend" to do some drinking. She also happens to be a diabetic on the show.

 

As her mother yells at her, grounds her, and generally freaks out about her teenage daughter getting drunk, she expresses an interesting comment. "At least she had the sense to take her insulin!" I wanted to punch the TV screen. Yes, we all should take our insulin even if we're consuming alcohol. However, the bigger implication here was that the alcohol might raise her blood sugar. A deadly misconception.

 

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Last week was Invisible Illness Week which I missed thanks to my crazy work schedule and inactivity here in the blogosphere. But there was a "30 Things About My Invisible Illness" meme floating around that I really wanted to get in on. So here it is:

 

1. The illness(es) I live with is/are: Type 1 Diabetes, PCOS, and endometriosis

 

2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: 1993 and 2009

 

3. But I had symptoms since: Two to three weeks before. I got sick very quickly with the D. The PCOS/endometriosis took several years to diagnosis.

 

4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is: I have no idea considering that I don't remember what life was like before this. I'd say in recent years, the biggest thing has been bolusing for even the tiniest amount of carbs that go into my mouth.

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Today is the 6th Annual D-Blog Day and in some ways, I'm stymied by the topic: Gina has proposed we all do a 12" x 12" scrapbook page. Growing up, a scrapbook was a shoelace-tied book of heavy vellum-colored Manilla paper to which one pasted telegrams, newspaper clippings, greeting cards, and the like. In theory, one scrapbook could last a lifetime; in reality, the pages started falling out about five years in, and we always had to be careful not to lose either the pages or the stuff glued on to them. My mother's scrapbook has telegrams of congratulations from relatives who couldn't make her wedding and a guest-card with the lyrics to "Bei Mir Bist Du Shane", telegrams of congratulations when my sister and I were born, and newspaper clippings from every time one or another of us was mentioned in the local newspaper. (READ MORE)

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I am severely lacking motivation here lately. My diabetes is all over the place with blood sugars like 223 or 345. I am one big diabetes mess. Because I just don't care.

 

Which is a total lie. I hate having numbers that high. I do care. I cringe every time I see it on the meter screen. I avoid checking just because I know that it's not going to be pretty. I do care.

 

I just apparently don't care enough to put diabetes on the priority list. I don't care enough to log the past two months of numbers that I've skipped out on. I don't care enough to give the right boluses to cover the high carb snacks that I'm consuming. I don't care to raise my Lantus to offset those carbs or even sometimes take my Lantus.

 

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I'm not sure what to say tonight, but I'm in need of some reflection with the people who get this. This blog is going out to this whole diabetes community who live these same things every day, who understand the words before I even type them, and who never judge even when I'm the biggest failure ever.

 

Lately, I just want to scream. I am so frustrated with my diabetes. I am so desperate for a cure. I've lived almost 18 years with this disease. I've paid my dues and done my time. I just want it to end already.

 

The way I'm living right now is as if that's true. I do all the necessities to get by, but I know that I could be working harder at this disease. I know that I could be making it to the gym more or cutting out more carbs. But I'm not. I just can't focus on the diabetes.

 

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Nicole recently blogged about her late aunt's battle with the dual diagnosis of depression and diabetes, and wondered why -- with modern medical care available to her, and with prescriptions to deal with both illnesses -- her aunt took neither, allowing her body to destroy itself piece by piece, taking only the medications prescribed to her for pain.

 

While I don't presume to have known Nicole's aunt Margaret, I can see a number of issues that can complicate the combined issue of self-care and chronic disease in general, and diabetes in particular.

 

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