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World Diabetes Day 2012


He said “I do” to more than just me.

He knew in that moment, while we stood in front of all our family and friends, that an insulin pump was tucked precariously into my bosom, and inside my body was a pancreas that had been mooching for 14 years.

He knew I had good days and bad ones.

He knew a doctor’s visit was required every three months, and that insurance was not an option.

He knew I hated it, and he knew that he would have to stand by me even when it was hard.

He knew “in sickness and in health” was a reality.
[And this happened to be the one point during the entire day that I nearly burst into tears...happy ones, because I knew I was lucky to find someone willing to accept my "sickness"]



Today is World Diabetes Day, a day dedicated to advocating and awareness for Diabetes. And as a Type 1 Diabetic, I think it is so important to recognize the support group…the people in our lives that make living with this disease a little easier….the people that accept us and love us and take care of us. 

Thank you Chris for your never ending patience, your incredible encouragement and your unwavering love. I'm so proud to finally call you my husband. 

[On a side note, it would be neat-o if le husband could accompany me on work trips, rather than le mooching pancreas...  :-/  ]

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