I remember diabetes at school. Being diagnosed shortly after I turned 12, I went through my middle school and high school years managing diabetes. I remember carrying a bright purple Caboodle (do you remember those things?) with me each day.
A quick glance at my continuous glucose monitor (CGM) can ultimately help me see how to look at life with diabetes differently. Here’s what I mean…
It had been one long week. I still couldn’t sleep through the night. Not knowing his blood sugar was the hardest thing for me as a mother. I kept checking to see if his chest was rising and falling, then every two hours I pricked his finger.
We live with a fickle disease. The ever-changing nature of diabetes can be frustrating. Every day with this chronic illness can be different.
Why do you want good diabetes care? What motivates you to maintain target blood sugar levels? How do you find endurance on the hard days? What is your why?
The hospital hallways were still from footsteps, and the sun had not yet peeked into our room that morning. With my eyes still closed, nestled next to my three-year-old son, I could feel his chest rise and fall. How thankful I was in that moment that he was safe and resting.
I don’t know exactly why I have diabetes. I’ve mentioned that before in a blog post and in a podcast interview as well. No one in my family has type 1, and I’ve never had an endocrinologist who could pinpoint the cause either. Not that the cause is necessarily important. It wouldn’t change things – I have it regardless. But I’m a living example that diabetes can happen to anyone.
Diabuddies. Diabesties. Diabetes friends. Call them what you will, but they’re your friends who just get it when it comes to diabetes.
I never planned to write a diabetes book. It wasn’t until I was doing an online Bible reading plan that the idea came to me.
It’s a long race, this diabetes condition. We have daily goals to achieve so that we can run the marathon of this chronic illness well.
Sometimes diabetes makes no sense. It had happened every week for at least a month. The hustle to get ready and out the door on Sunday morning, with two littles to check into kids church, left me low heading into worship. It was like clockwork.
Over the past five years since my son’s type 1 diabetes diagnosis, God sufficiently provided through what I like to call divine deliveries.
All references to scripture are quoted in NIV unless otherwise noted.
