Okay, it’s Christmas in June, but completing what I started some weeks ago, here is my last selection from the more than 150 articles I’ve written on the Huffington Post over the past seven years.
All I’d like this Christmas is for you to take this diabetes away. I’m so tired of it already. All the time stabbing my fingers for blood and guessing when my sugar’s too high or too low.
Now that I’m in menopause I can barely tell whether I’m sweating because I’m losing estrogen or because my blood sugar’s crashing at 50!
And, can we talk… I mean the constant figuring out how many carbs are in a ravioli or bread stick or that fried calamari that will be at the company Christmas party. Some days I just want to lie down and shoot myself. Please, please, Santa, would you take this diabetes away?
And it continues….
That is my husband’s job. And he does it brilliantly, or should I say beautifully, as both his head and heart are involved. Actually I could not imagine having a more supportive partner. And while we knew each other a dozen years as friends before we got married, and he “knew” I had type 1 diabetes (knew is in quotes because in-depth knowing is different than superficial knowing), his knowingness, appreciation for what i live with, and admiration, grew with each passing day of our married life.
He wrote a beautiful piece about what it’s been like for him to be the partner of someone with T1D here. Page 8.
I want you also to read the article on page 14 (pictured below) written by the publisher of this magazine, Sana Ajmal, and utterly amazing young woman who lives with type 1 diabetes in Pakistan, with her loving husband and two young boys in a country that DOES NOT encourage men to marry women with diabetes. Beyond wife and mother, she has gotten her PhD in engineering and is working on producing an affordable insulin pump, is a tireless diabetes advocate and inspires those of us fortunate enough to know her.