Diabetes is not the end of the world.
It's not impossible to manage, nor is it the great hindrance to a charmed life.
It can be a challenge, yes. It can be an inconvenience, yes. It can even be difficult. But it doesn't need to be any more than that. We can (and I certainly have in my lifetime) given it much more credit (or blame) than it deserved. It's been a crutch at times, but it has also been a motivator as well.
I don't think I need to be heralded or congratulated for having diabetes. My plight is not necessarily worse (or better) than any others.
Growing up, I had a brother that was so severely handicapped that he could not talk, walk, sit up or communicate in any way. Developed only as a 2-month old and with a life expectancy of 2 years, he lived to be 36 years old having only passed away 8 years ago.
No one in my family complained about him. My parents literally sacrificed their lives to take care of him. And they said nothing negative, ever - not a peep.
Depression and other mental issues run strong in my family. OCD, bipolar, even schizophrenia. No complaints, no whining.
I took shots. Took, past tense; as now thankfully I woke up and tried the pump! So I deal with diabetes. Big deal.
I'm divorced, I'm diabetic, and I have a son with Down syndrome. And......????
Our readings may go hay-wire once in awhile. We may not always feel awesome. Waking up in the middle of the night is scary. Complications and the threat therein can be daunting. Counting carbs can be tiring.
But complaining about any of it will never help. Ever.
I'm blessed. And if you're able to read this, listen to it, or in any other way receive this message - so are you.