I remember back when I thought I was invincible.
I was one of the people with diabetes that never would get sick. I was not going to let that happen. I ate right, ran a lot, took my BG levels all the time, and saw the doctor. What happened was that I was not one of the lucky ones. I got all the complications and then some other things too. Am I the same person that I was before, still a person, still me?
I have hopes and dreams, Do they still matter?
I believe they do. Until that changes it is not over.
I get up each morning and face the day as best I can. I wake encumbered by pain in disbelief.
It is not over yet.
I am still breathing.