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Are you aware?

I sure am
Maybe now more than ever

I am aware it wasn't my fault
But sometimes it feels like it

I am aware of the guilt and the stress
And the unannounced mood swings

I am aware of the pain
Of the needles
Of the blood

I am aware of it's presence
24/7/365 * (years of my life - 11)

I am aware it's "Juvenile"
But I'm 23 and it's still here

I am aware of the loneliness and helplessness
But I am also aware of the community
And the support

I am aware of the complications
And the fear they inflict is never far from my mind

I am aware of the sacrifices
From my parents
From my sister
From my friends
From my co-workers

I am aware of the challenges
But I'm ready for those
 
I am aware of Him
And all the blessings He has given me

I am aware of the love
Which never ceases

And I'm aware there is no cure
But gosh darnit, there should be

So this November, Are YOU Aware?
I sure am
Maybe now more than ever

November is National Diabetes Awareness Month. In an effort to increase awareness, I will be blogging everyday (fingers crossed) about Diabetes. Don't worry all you Nerds out there, I will throw in some Nerdiness too, when I am burnt out about writing about the D. If you have any questions about Diabetes, I would be more than happy to answer them, you can comment anonymously or send me an email. We deserve a cure. Diabetics...UNITE! Woot!

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  1. What a great post!!! I think this will certainly raise awareness of what life with diabetes is like.

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