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Slap a Bow on it

November is coming to an end, so I would like to put a neat little bow on this "Diabetes Awareness Month" because the truth is, I can't put a neat little bow on Type 1 Diabetes itself. Nor would I want to. It doesn't look any better with a bow ;-)

The physical manifestation of Diabetes
getting wrapped up in every nook and cranny.
Just today, as I was attempting to step off console for a little bathroom break (seemingly NOT Diabetes related) I got tangled in a web of headset cord and insulin pump tubing, delaying my precious break and causing a nugget of frustration. But this is just how Diabetes goes. It's always there, nagging and needy, annoying and ageless, constantly wrapped up and tangled into every little nook and cranny of life.

If you don't believe me, ask my daughter. She knows the words "medicine" and "diabetes" are associated with the strange, sticky patches on mommy's arms and legs. She knows sometimes we have to wait a few minutes before going on a walk to make sure my blood sugar is stable. She knows when I unzip the little black pouch from my purse that an "ouchie" is about to ensue and she gets those big blue eyes looking all concerned before she speaks a sweet, "Mommy its ok."

Even the baby isn't immune - sometimes in the middle of feeding him a bottle my insulin pump vibrates in my pocket and startles him. It's everywhere - all the time. An unwelcome eternal companion.

So, while Diabetes Awareness Month may end, the "diabetes awareness" part doesn't ever end for those of us diagnosed. Sure, we can power through and overcome many of the obstacles this disease erects, but in the background we still deal with the mechanics day in and day out. Nonstop. Every day. All day and night. For at least the foreseeable future. Invited or not, Diabetes shows up to every birthday, wedding, board game party and holiday. Even ugly sweaters can't hide all of it's markers - physical, mental, mechanical. And as much as I like dressing up presents, there isn't a bow big enough to hide the scars Diabetes creates - unless that bow is a cure.

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  1. Unfortunately diabetes did not end, that is for certain. But look on the wonderful side, neither did we.

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