Oct 16 2008
One day, there will be no title here.
When I started this blog, my thought was to convey the experiences of someone newly diabetic. Now I’m about 6 months into living la vida hyperglycemia and I wonder how long I can still claim to be new at this. I wonder how long I’ll have new things to talk about. I wonder when this blog will end.
The disease will always be with me but sometimes I think that it’s not going to be. Maybe I was misdiagnosed. Maybe it’s just all been a big mistake and I’m overreacting to the numbers on my blood sugar monitor.
If I am overreacting, then what I put here is part of that; a bunch of noise and worry over a malady I can’t see. Besides, how many different things can I say about food and carbs and walking? Who is actually interested in what I think you should have for lunch? How many words are left to type about blood sugar and A1C’s?
I think and wonder on these things and almost have myself convinced that there is already nothing left to say. And then something happens.
I read about someone who got diagnosed yesterday. I read about someone who just found out that their boy/girlfriend got the news. Someone else becomes diabetic and they are right where I was 6 months ago.
The story starts again.
One day, there may be a cure. Diabetes could be something we learn about like smallpox or the black plague: a terror that was once universally feared, but with some pharmaceutical magic got turned into an unpleasant memory.
Until then, someone else is going to have to relearn how to eat. Another person will freak out and wonder how much of their life now circulates around a drop of blood and the five seconds it takes to get a number. People with cases both minor and major, type 1’s and type 2’s, diabetics of every sort will begin adjusting to a life that requires a bit more care than we’d like, where grabbing a Snicker’s on a whim isn’t something we can do without consequences and where every day we find something else that this one thing affects and that we hadn’t considered the day before.
One day, I’m going to have nothing else to say about diabetes. But that day is not today. And while I love writing, I tell you that day cannot come soon enough.
