While reading other blogs, I read a lot of "woe is me" in between the lines. I do agree a lot of heavy thought & effort goes into managing this chronic disease, only to find out that the complications will eventually get ahold of you anyway. Most people around diabetics do not notice the daily struggle, except for those certain loved ones. For me personally, those certain loved ones are my husband and kids. What about their feelings and concerns? Every time one of the boys display being extra thirsty, I want to test their blood sugar. I get the "Oh, mom . . . quit worrying, I'm not diabetic" or my youngest is very thin, and was extra thirsty at dinner, so the thought crosses my mind. . Maybe he is showing signs of MODY, slow progression of Type 1. To say the least, my boys are very knowledgeable on diabetes, they know the signs of hypoglycemia and when I tell them I need a soda now, they will jump up and run to the corner store to get it, without question. They also know I get very cranky when my blood sugar is high (hyperglycemia). They understand that ALL of my Dr. appts.are due to my diabetes, but do they worry? Does anyone ever ask them about their feelings of having a T1DM mom?
Then there is my husband. Bless his soul, I know when we got married 20 years ago, taking care of me in our 40's was not what he had in mind. He has a very good job, thank God. Most married men are planning yearly vacations w/ their family or spouse, but mine is making sure he allots enough vacation time to get me to and from tests/surgeries. He has to listen to my feedback from my monthly Dr. appts as I unload on him the upcoming procedures or complications that have arose or are lined up next. He keeps a tight budget because I am no longer able to work and all pressure is on him to bring home that paycheck. Any money we have left over goes towards medical supplies & bills. Prime example, we were planning a trip to Vegas for this past February, but instead we used the money for a trip to Mayo Clinic. I apologize to him often and he never gets mad. We laugh about it, we cry about it, but in the end it takes a very special unselfish man to carry the financial & emotional burden my T1DM/T2DM has put on his shoulders. As Tosh.O would say . .... . For that, I thank you.