Just to preface this: I know some people truly base their outlook on life on science and reason. I’m not one of those people. I believe I was “given” this disease because God, or a higher power of some kind believes I can handle it. I think that I was diagnosed with diabetes (T1) so I could “spread the word”, and do something beneficial for our community. Is this just me who thinks this, or do you guys, somewhere in the back of your mind believe the same thing?
No, you are not crazy. We all have different ways of viewing the world and our place in it. Just for me the answer is no. I don’t believe some superior being made a decision to give me diabetes for a purpose; that’s just not part of my worldview. But I do believe in approaching each occurance in my life whether outwardly positive or outwardly negative with an attitude of " what can I learn from this experience, and if it is a negative one how can I extract some positive value out of it?"(make lemonade from the proverbial lemon). And I think one of the best outcomes that you can extract from anyexperience is to find a way to help others.
LOL. I sort of think I’d be dead if I didn’t have diabetes? I sort of paced myself in college and was the only guy in the band I was in that didn’t at least dabble in heroin, despite the fact that I was a pro @ shooting up, so in that sense, perhaps it has been useful? The last long race I ran (Illinois Marathon, although I only ran the 1/2) there were all sorts of people passing out, puking, etc. that I cruised by so perhaps paying attention to what I eat and drink was also useful for that? Other than that though, I don’t feel all that special because I try to base my life on science and reason.
Well, it’s just something I got out of the lottery of life. Luckily the diabetic genes also came with free side orders of OCD and a strong systemizing instinct!
lol well i dont know really. except that god or the other beings made a mistake. i cant handle it. i do what i have to do to live.
i also dont know what word i should spread since i have type 1. and im not interested in benefiting my community so could they un d me? lol i am totally wrong for the “job”!!
One of the things I am grateful for is that I was diagnosed at 58 instead of 28 …or 18…or 8. I didn’t have any “pacing myself” genes in those days and I would have died. That may sound dramatic, but it is just a fact. I barely made it as is.
Nope. Absolutely not. Lots of people are given this disease, every day, who cannot handle it… who do not have the will to handle it… And many times die because they cannot handle it. I feel it’s unfair to claim I, or anyone, was given anything because they could “handle” it… because then it leaves the door open for people to get judged and recriminated when they struggle… If I truly wanted to look at it from a religious perspective, in any way… I would say we are given things we CANNOT handle, ALL the time… So that we stop believing we are immortal, and all powerful, and start turning over our control to God, instead. That’s how people should view things: not as in we are here to handle things on our own, but as in, we are here to entrust our lives, struggles, and issues, to God. Because HE is the only one who can handle it.
My hat goes off to all you have had to handle diabetes in their youth. I doubt I would have made it with the life I lived through my teens and early 20s.
I"m not sure of the reason I was given this “gift”, but I was given a few tools with my “gift” also. I love math and figures, cooking anything and everything from scratch and looking at data points to discover patterns. I have a degree in nursing and 20 years experience in handling health issues. My dh is a engineer who at times considers me his personal experiment and that is not as fun as it sounds…
The reason behind this “gift” I’ll know when I stand before the Throne. Until then the reason is irrelevant. It is what it is.
I’ll keep my “gift”. The tool box is well worth it.
I think it was Satan that led me to the path of this dreaded disease by putting all kinds of temptations in front of me, but it was the grace of God that brought me back from almost dying at the ICU.