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.