Yesterday was World Diabetes Day & it came & went without me even acknowledging it.
And it's not like I didn't know, it's more like I didn't want to give up my-plain-and-ordinary November 14th just yet.
I'm not ready to.
It's been 90 days since my Pip was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. And I still wanna punch it in the face EVERY SINGLE DAY. I still don't get it.
It's a disease that is not for the faint of heart.
It's a disease that is not for the weary.
It's a disease that is quite simply not fair.
I've literally become Pip's pancreas. And no matter what I do. Nothing stays the same.
One day she's low & the fear is unconsciousness or seizures.
One day she's high & the fear is keytones & Diabetic ketoacidosis.
Add antibiotics, morphine, numerous surgeries & now a diet of juice & Popsicles & I am all the more convinced, Diabetes is EVERY-BLOODY-DANG-DAY & a cure is absolutely NEEDED.
Next year. I will be ready.
Next year. I will be better.
Next year. I will be an advocate.
This year I will let it pass.