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Spreading the diabetes love

Six posts in seven days, that must be a record for me!

For Diabetes Blog Week, I’ve shared with you the lust I have for my American-accented, bow-tie clad endocrinologist; a faded memory of one of my first scary lows; a petition against all the diabetes know-it-alls out there; my greatest accomplishment with and without diabetes; and my reason for not participating in a swap diseases exercise.

And today, the final day of Diabetes Blog Week, I share with you other bloggers I’ve enjoyed reading this week:

• My Lazy Pancreas: Georgie was diagnosed in her final year of high school. All through her hospital stay she focused on her studies. It wasn’t until she got home and sat down to dinner that it hit her. She couldn’t just pick up her fork and eat, suddenly she had to count carbs and figure out insulin doses. What she did next caused an instant lump to well in my throat.

Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates: Misty writes about diabetes from the perspective of a mom caring for a Type-1. I was first drawn to her blog for the Accomplishments post, and loved how they celebrated the birthday of Sir Frederick Banting with a plateful of cookies and candles. But when I continued to read further, and came upon the Memories post about the day her daughter was diagnosed, and the perspective of a mom on that day, it reminded me of my own diagnoses day.

• Dreams of Lewis: I just really like how Ashleigh writes 😀 This girl was diagnosed last year, just three months into working as a receptionist at an endocrinologist’s office!!! Coincidence? She’s got a great writing style and I look forward to reading more from her.

So there you have it folks. Diabetes Blog Week has come to an end. I posted six of the seven days, forgoing only art day. I am incredibly artistically inept. Thank you to all who read my posts and commented on them. I got some pretty awesome comments let me just say! I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey… now, back to regular posts about me, my running, my cycling, my life, oh yeah, and my diabetes too 😀

 

Freaky Friday… no thanks

Today’s topic for Diabetes Blog Week really kind of bugged me. I thought about ignoring it, thought about not writing today, or opting for one of the wildcard topics, but that’s not being true to who I am, or what this blog is. So, I’m going to share with you why a topic like Freaky Friday would irritate me so.

The topic wants us to pretend we could swap out our disease for another. You know, trade in diabetes for say Crohn’s disease, or arthritis, or epilepsy, or asthma, or MS, or some other chronic ailment. And I ask you, why the heck would I want to do that?

Yes, diabetes has its suck-jerk moments, a lot of them, but so do all those other diseases. I wouldn’t want to suffer pain all day, or fear seizures, or feel as though life were being choked out of my lungs with every change of the season. No disease lets you off scott free. A disease, regardless of what that disease is, is not a good thing. Period.

Twenty six years ago, I was dealt this deck of cards. I have fought it, I have rebelled against it, I have made it my best frienemy in hopes of conquering it. But never ever have I wished for another disease and I never ever will.

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And so, there you have it, diabetes is the disease I choose.

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* This is my fifth installment of Diabetes Blog Week.*

TODAY’S RUN:

  • 6:50 a.m. BG before: 8.8
  • Temp. basal: -30 per cent (1 hour)
  • Carbs: None; had breakfast an hour earlier
  • Distance: 9.76 km
  • Time: 60 minutes
  • Average pace: 6:00 min/km
  • 8:30 a.m. BG after: 5.2

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Today’s run was all about the hills, including 5 sets of stairs to climb, which I loved. I love the up! However, you know that saying, What goes up… Yeah, I hate the down! Especially when you’re facing a super steep, straight downhill descent!!! I tried zigzagging my route to make it not quite so steep, but I made a wrong choice between roads and ended up on what I swear is the steepest one out there. Ugh.

What style running routes do you love? hate?

The greatest accomplishment of all

I’ve climbed mountains, run marathons, traveled through various parts of the world, won writing awards, achieved As in chemistry, managed my disease to near perfection; all pretty awesome achievements.

But none of those accomplishments, not one, stand a chance next to the greatest accomplishment of my life.

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Little Ring is hands down the greatest, most impressive thing I have ever done – EVER! – with and without diabetes 😀

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* This is my fourth installment of Diabetes Blog Week with today’s topic being Accomplishments, big or small*

Memories: eat rocks!

When you opened your eyes that cool, grey morning, flutters of excitement filled your belly. Today was show and tell.

Today was a good day.

For days you’d been thinking non-stop about what to bring. You knew you didn’t want to show off your latest Cabbage Patch Kid, and you knew you didn’t want to bring your Barbie, despite her new, totally awesome, spiked, toothpaste-blue hairstyle. Nope. Neither of those would do. You crawled under your bed, rifled through the mounds of dirty and clean clothes, and the secretly stashed mouldy lunches until your hands came upon the two squares of cool tin. You curved your tiny fingers over the top of the boxes and pulled. And there they were, your most prized possessions. Two boxes full of rocks. Shiny green rocks, yellow rocks, purple and blue rocks. Big rocks, small rocks, sharp rocks, and silky smooth rocks. Rocks with ridges, rocks with points, rocks with bumps. Rocks that were prettier than the shiniest baubles in your mama’s jewelry box. You caressed your fingers lovingly over a sparkling green one with maroon coloured edges. Perfect.

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Many of your rocks, collected by your great grandparents, came from far away beds of rocks such as these.

You grabbed your knapsack. Pulled out today’s lunch and threw it under your bed with the others. You stuffed the tins inside and ran out the door, not even waiting for Big Brother, to go catch the bus.

The rain showered you with sprinkles, but it wasn’t hard enough to wash away your smile. The pack was heavy, so heavy you could feel yourself being pulled backwards, and yet still you managed a bounce in your step. You adjusted it every few seconds, even tried easing the heft off your shoulders by holding the bottom of the pack up with your hands. Finally at the bus stop, with your small lungs huffing and puffing, you gently placed it down by your feet and waited.

Today was a good day.

By the time you got to school, the rain was coming down heavy, the wind blowing every which direction. Your teacher hadn’t yet arrived. Your brother’s teacher with the same last name came to supervise. You liked her. You were tired. The excitement of the morning was taking its toll. You placed your head into the crook of your arms and rested them on your desk. You would shut your eyes for just a few moments.

When you opened your eyes, you were in a room you’d never been before. You were lying on a bed, a blanket over you. Big Brother was there, taking on a responsibility far beyond his years, rubbing your back, talking softly to you, calming you in a way only a brother could do. You didn’t know there had been tears. You didn’t know there had been fights with sugar gels. You didn’t know your lips had pursed stubbornly together. You didn’t know there had been cries for Big Brother. You closed your eyes again.

When you opened them this time, the room was gone, Big Brother was gone. You were in a van, a familiar van. The woman unhooking you from the seat belt was a friendly face you knew and loved. But still, you were scared. Your head was fuzzy. It felt as though you were in a dream. You wanted to wake up. You wanted your moms. You closed your eyes again.

When you opened them, your moms was there. So was your doctor. Concern on her face. Calm on his.

You were 9 years old. You’d known about your diabetes just a few months. The low was a first for you, a first for your moms. The rocks were not a good idea.

Today was not a good day.

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* This is my third installment of Diabetes Blog Week with the topic Memorable Diabetes Day.*

TODAY’S RUN (the first in a week!!!)

  • 7:30 a.m. BG before: 10.0
  • Carbs: none (had breakfast an hour earlier)
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Distance: 5 km
  • Average pace: 5:35 min/km
  • Time: 27:57
  • 8:30 a.m. BG after: 5.4

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My petition to you

If I presented you a petition of my own making, would you sign it?

Would you sign it even if it meant you could no longer look at me with pity in your eyes when we talk of my diabetes?

Would you sign it even if it meant you could no longer share stories of others you know (or don’t know for that matter) with diabetes who’ve been struck with blindness, dialysis, amputation, etc.?

Would you sign it even if it meant you could no longer question every item of food I ingest – chocolate and ice cream included?

Would you sign it even if it meant you could no longer interrogate my actions and point out what you believe should be diabetes limitations?

Would you sign it even if it meant you could no longer think my life is any less than yours because of my diabetes?

Would you sign it even if it meant you could no longer ever watch, talk, or think of that god-awful Steel Magnolias movie again?

Would you? Could you?

Well folks, that is my petition to you. Do you support it?

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* This post is my second instalment of Diabetes Blog Week with the topic We, The Undersigned, a pretend petition of something we’d like changed in our world with diabetes. *

Endocrinologist: to share or not to share

Dear Dr. Hottie,

Oh, hmm, I guess I’ve never addressed you that way in the 17 years you’ve been treating me, hey. Well Dr. Endocrinologist, this week is Diabetes Blog Week, and the first of the list of blog topics for the week is what I would like to share with you (or not) if there were no barriers, judgements, etc. standing in the way. And I suppose this topic was meant for things like blood sugar control, difficulties and or accomplishments with every day diabetes life, but the thing is, I’ve never really held back when talking to you about my diabetes – and other things!

I’ve shared with you my obsessiveness with BG perfection, so much so, I suffer more lows than I’d like. I’ve told you about how the stress of exams often shoots my blood sugars into oblivion. I’ve gushed about my conquering of this disease with every running stride I make. I’ve chastised you countless times about your preferred method of contact via facsimile (seriously, faxes are so 1995!!!) and congratulated you when you finally did make the step towards email. That wasn’t so hard was it?

But, Dr. Hottie, I’ve never told you about how when I first met you as a young 18-year-old, my moms had to practically wipe the drool from my chin, how I barely heard a word you said, just the lilt of your sweet American accent, how that dorky bow tie of yours gets my heart skipping a beat every time I see it, how I dream of that twice a visit firm, silky handshake for months before each appointment and how I am loathe to wash my hands after, or how I practically stop breathing every time your hands caress inspect my thyroid in my neck, and when I finally started taking care of myself and was told I only needed to come see you once a year, not twice, how disappointed and heartbroken I truly was. And now, how proud and excited I get when you point out how excellent I am with my diabetes, how my hgA1c numbers are numbers to grow old with, how I am a standout patient of yours. Sigh.

The crush has been going strong for 18 years, dear doctor, and I don’t see it diminishing anytime soon! But I also don’t see myself coming clean with it anytime soon, so maybe I’ll have better luck opening up about the other “secret” I’ve been keeping from you – my lancet changing failings; I can’t remember the last time I changed that… oops! Nah, why would I waste time doing that when I could just keep gazing dreamily into your super intelligent hazelnut eyes, er, I mean, discuss serious diabetes things 😉

* This week is the fourth annual Diabetes Blog Week where bloggers in the diabetes community post on a set topic each day of the week. This is my first time participating, and while I can’t promise I’ll post every day, I will try. Happy reading! *