As I reflect upon the last year, I do recognize a reoccurring theme of denial that led me to hide my emotions, prosper fear, and generate feelings of regret and carelessness.
It took me until two weeks ago to even want to make my sugars consistent. For some reason, for the past twelve months I have just been telling myself that it will all go away. I did this to myself? So I can fix it? Wrong, Alexa. Type 1 is autoimmune. Nothing and no one could have helped you. You are chosen and you are to cope, with grace and optimism. Eventually.
I suppose the most frustrating, confusing concept in all of this is how ironic it has all become. I have given the most acute attention to my health and nutrition my entire life, especially in the past three years. Before I was diagnosed, I considered myself a "health nut," "food whiz," and so on. I could give you every nutrition fact on foods, explain what it all meant, and count every number, calorie, and serving size inside my head faster than a calculator.
And all the while deep down inside my body, I obtain the disease that holds food and exercise as her sovereign.
I have given myself a year to figure this all out. Or at least digest it. And now, I believe it is time for me to swallow all of my fear and create a place where my diabetes can live with me, but not consume me. Never will I let her take full control of my mind or my body. I will treat her like family, nourish her the best I can, and hold her close to me like the ocean hugs the sand.
I think the next step for me is going on the pump. I have done hours of research, nights of dreaming, and days of contemplating which one it will be. I don't believe there is any "right," or, "perfect" pump, but I do believe that the one that falls into my hands will help me best he can, and if that one doesn't work out, luckily we have plenty more options!
I want to do so many things. Every day I wake up after a night full of vivid dreams, with a weight in my heart from too much excitement. Not a bad weight, for it weens off as I spend my energy. However, I believe that all of us with diabetes has a life to live with accomplishments that we will each dance into in our own beautiful way.
Here's a poem I wrote for everyone!
Ideas are noodles
Sifting through minds like insulin
absorbing the intricacies of life
With determination they warp into a company
of flowers on display at a wedding where
Two become one
And their smiles and tears fly into a golden pot
Where in the land next door
Lies a rainbow.