I had no idea the firestorm I would create with one of my last blog posts. The readership and number of comments, though, show me that I hit the nail on the head.

We hate diabetes. And that’s OK. I think it’s healthy to say to this disease that I hate it. I do. And I won’t apologize to anyone for feeling this way or for saying how I feel.

I was furious this morning when I read Andy’s post claiming that he loves diabetes. I felt attacked and had a how-dare-you-talk-to-me-like-that attitude. But, I think I understand where he’s coming from now. I think he was just trying to help.

I *do* accept diabetes. I know it’s here to stay. I live with it and deal with the day-to-day problems it brings. And most days I just deal with it. Most days I'm fine with whatever diabetes brings me. Some days I have to vent. Some days the highs that won’t go away make me angry and the lows that come out of nowhere and cut me off at the knees make me want to punch the hell out of diabetes.

I also revel in my successes. When I see numbers that are in range and I know I’ve done everything in my power to get to that point, when I have an A1C that I’m proud of, when I pick myself up after a hard day crunching the numbers I give myself a pat on the back, I scream “Yesssss!” into the wind and I move on. More often than not I have good days. I move on. I also have to express my anger.

But mark my words: I will never EVER say "Gee I'm glad I have diabetes." And, frankly, anyone who does is a nut job.

I work hard to find the good in every situation; I have told many people that I am woefully open minded. So I realize that some good has come to me because of this disease. I get that. But I still hate diabetes. And no amount of diabetic rainbows that you try to pass on to me will make me change my mind.