I've never blogged this many days in a row, so I do have to admit that I'm not easily thinking of a topic tonight. At first I was looking at the ADA prompt for today. Then I looked at the prompt over at NaBloPoMo. Neither really called to me. Then I started writing about our evening at church polishing handbells, eating dinner, and participating in an Advent workshop. Nothing was flowing.
Over the last two and a half years, I have been dealing with diabetes firsthand. There are some days when someone asks, "How are you?" that I've wanted to honestly tell them the truth. Some days I want to say, "The dog ate the garbage, I've been playing taxi driver all day, dealing with the never-ending mound of dishes and laundry, and my sugar is high. How are you?" Of course I don't say that, but there are times I've been tempted. It's like calling the doctor's office only to hear, "Can you hold?" and wanting to reply, "No, I can't!" (Unfortunately I had to reply that once when my youngest fell and cut her head, requiring stitches.)
Thankfully I've been blessed with a very supportive family. I know I say this a lot, but honestly I don't think I can say it enough. My husband and children are my biggest support. They understand what my glucose numbers mean. They understand carb counts, even if they don't totally understand what a carb is. If I'm having a low, they don't hesitate to get me a snack and watch to make sure I'm ok. They've never played diabetes police, though my hubby sometimes teases me. "Ok, diabetic. Put down that brownie. You've already had one." Although I know he may be serious, he says it in a loving, joking way to get his point across without getting me upset.
Some day there will be a cure for diabetes. I am confident in that! Medications such as Metformin and insulin are not cures; they are treatments. I pray a cure happens in my lifetime, but if it doesn't I know my children will continue the fight to rid the world of diabetes.