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D-blog Day 2009

Welcome to November, National Diabetes Awareness Month.

I recently read a forum on Tudiabetes.com where someone posed a question that every Diabetic thinks about (including this one :-)) frequently, "What would you do if you could have one day without Diabetes?"

While there are several obvious answers (eat a crap-load of candy comes to mind), there are some not-so-obvious answers.

Here are some of my thoughts...

I think if I could have one day without Diabetes I would...

... have a huge IHOP breakfast complete with sugar topped french toast, plenty of OJ and maybe some eggs, but those are optional....


... go to the beach, Diabetes-speaking naked, and be proud of my unbruised thighs and soft, capable-of-feeling fingers, and play in the water without hesitation not only unequipped of D-devices, but totally equipped with confidence and spontaneity...


...wear a cute dress, one that can't handle hiding an insulin pump...

...walk around without a purse, free from glucometer, insulin pens, needles and emergency low-blood-sugar rescue carbohydrates...


...snack freely without the equations for each bite floating around in my head...

...talk to my friends and family without getting a "Is your blood sugar low?"...

...and sleep peacefully knowing I won't wake up to treat a low at 3am...


Sometimes its just nice to think about how it could be, how it might be someday, how it used to be almost 11 years ago now.

But sometimes you have to embrace who you are, what you've become and all your strengths and weaknesses. You have to love yourself even when its hard. And be yourself no matter what. You have to take one day at a time and cherish each pleasant moment because there may come a day when you wish
all you had was Diabetes.


Happy Diabetes Blog Day Everyone!

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