I remember our sons watching The NeverEnding Story.
Now, I feel like I’m living it, sort of, kind of… because, I’ll be testing, counting, dosing, you know the rest, for the rest of my life. That sucks.
And to be honest, I’m late to this d-stuff so I always hesitate to whine even just a little. But then, I’m not usually so upset about myself, it’s what the “long timers” are going through that makes me think what it’s really like to live with diabetes for so many years. And it seems that this week is a tough one for many of our blogging buddies.
I entered college as an Elementary Education Major. I had always wanted to be a teacher. I changed my major to Special Education and then spent a summer at Camp Easter Seal outside of Roanoke, VA. My goal in working at the camp was to get some idea of the children’s lives outside of the schoolroom. I did. Camp was awesome and I learned so very much about all sorts of children, all sorts of disabilities. I think it made me a better teacher. Children with special needs and their families also live in a NeverEnding Story. I was always awed by the strength of the children and their parents. They work so very hard.
I was just as awed by the determination of my students when I taught in Virginia. They tried and tried, and sometimes, they got it! They really got it!
Having that in my background has helped me, somewhat, to accept this d-stuff. I do the best I can. Sometimes I’m good, and sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get the hang of keeping myself alive. That’s scary – the keeping alive part.
Finally, my point, I hope…
I’m grateful for the bloggers who share their struggles about living with diabetes. You let me know that it’s okay to make mistakes. You let me know that it’s okay to feel frustrated. You let me know that it’s okay to be scared. And most importantly, you let me know that I’m not the only one who __________ (fill in the blank).
It’s important that we write about the good stuff too – the smiles in our days. And I will continue to do that, also.
Like today – couldn’t go home for lunch (the renovating continues), no one to go to lunch with so… BIG confession here… I picked up lunch at McDonalds and nope, didn’t get a salad. It was good. It was a lot of insulin but – – – I won’t do it again for a while…
And so, my story continues…