and I am glad 2 be your friend Marps, You will be a SPECTACULAR mom!!! Sagwa, so gGLAD you are feeling better: We are pulling for you!! IT WILL GET BETTER AS YOU KNOW AND REALLY BELIEVE IN HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE and how much you are cared about by your on-line and up-close friends.
God bless,
Brunetta
And it’s so much harder to forgive yourself than to forgive someone else.
Fortunately, I’m a Libra so there are two of me!
Thank you Doris. I truly hope so! Kids are so amazing.
Scott- I’ll tell you how I married my husband. He was my best friend for over a year. We talked all the time. He said he was in love with me after a few months of us hanging out, but he was my best friend (and I was with someone else) so I told him we’d remain just friends. He said that was good enough for him. I showed him the type 1 things that I rarely showed anyone. Like the tears in my eyes while I described what it felt like to be in Dka. Or my fears of my retinopathy returning and completely taking my vision. I told him things that I never told ANYONE because he was my best friend and I didnt care if he judged me (mostly because I knew that he wouldn’t).
Well, a year went by and my 10 year relationship ended mutually. I still kept pushing hubby off from dating because I was afraid that we’d ruin the tight bond that we’d nurtured for all those months before. But, finally, I agreed to one date / one kiss. We went to a mutual friend’s house and had some drinks. The mutual friend LOVES to get people really drunk by filling their cups with rum when they’re not looking so you can never really keep track of exactly how much you’ve actually drank. So, needless to say, I got pretty hammered. Husband brought my drunk ■■■ upstairs to the spare bedroom and laid me down. Then, he laid down next to me and fell asleep. We had been dating for ONE WEEK at this point.
I woke in the middle of the night, needing to check my BG. I had kept a really close eye on it all night long while drinking, but was afraid the BG would skyrocket or plummet after a few hours. So, I quietly got up and went to the last place I had left it. Not there. Went to the patio. Not there. Went to the garage. Not there. Checked the sofa cusions. Not there. The kitchen counter. Not there. My purse. Not there. I was beginning to panic, thinking I’m going to die within hours if I dont find my meter because my insulin supply is kept in my meter case too!
About to burst into tears, husband whispers over the upstairs railing “What are you doing?” I sob “I can’t find my meter.” He whispers “Come back to bed. I put your meter by your head while you were sleeping because I figured you would need it.”
I married that man one week later.
And they will surprise you too! About how responcible they are. Their the GREATEST!!!
Wow! What a story! What a guy! You must feel like the luckiest person on Earth sometimes. (Well, the luckiest person with diabetes on Earth!)
You ARE a great mom Marps…the fact that you have diabetes…and type 1, has no bearing on the quality of parenting. Or perhaps it does…you love at a deeper level because you know how precious life is. As for being able to care for your children if you’re low…I think mothering instincts come into play here as well, as you become more attentive to your body’s needs, as a means of preventing or lessening possible situations.
Luv ya 
Thank you. This gives me confidence & motivation.
Thanks so much Brunetta!
Sagwa- keep us updated, okay? You can do this. Promise.
Your family would grieve for you and the loss would be daily, lifelong, and unimaginable. Suck all the joy from their lives the rest of their days. I understand depression and the right medication (often temporary) can give you a whole new outlook on life in as little as a month or two. You owe it to yourself and your loved ones to seek treatment. Your spirit is alive no matter how frail the body. Please don’t give up. You are more than your diabetes, the side effects. The burden of helping a loved one with diabetes is small compared to living their life without your presence. Hang in there! Tough times are just that; not permanent. Things can and will change for the better.