Diabetes Blog Week: Diabetes Hero
Prompt: "Let’s end our week on a high note and blog about our “Diabetes Hero”. It can be anyone you’d like to recognize or admire, someone you know personally or not, someone with diabetes or maybe a Type 3. It might be a fabulous endo or CDE. It could be a d-celebrity or role-model. It could be another DOC member. It’s up to you – who is your Diabetes Hero??"
I didn't even hesitate after reading this prompt. My diabetic hero is my husband, Kris.
Kris is my biggest supporter. He is there cheering me on when I just want to give up on this disease. When I say, "I can't do this," he's the one reassuring me and saying, "You're not alone; we're in this together." His love gives me the strength to do my best everyday, because that's how much I deal with this disease, everyday.
Kris is my lifeline during the night. The simple light touch of his hand or arm, just to see if I'm ok--if I'm breathing, because he worries about me that much. Yes, that's love.
When I have those highs and lows that are sometimes like roller coasters---he's the one sitting up with me at night or setting his alarm so it wakes him up--so he can remind me to test and see if I'm ok.
When I'm too low to even function, he's the one who pricks my finger and tests my blood sugar for me. He's the one who feeds me sugar when I need it and just can't do it myself. And he's the one that sticks that huge sensor needle into my skin--he knows how painful it is, and does it without hesitation so I don't have to. Yes, that's love.
When the world seems chaotic, and I need to sit down from a low, he's by my side. When people give me looks wondering what's wrong or why I look so "weird," he's right there next to me. When I need to test in the streets of Spain...he will stand next to me, hold my supplies--and let me lean on him, literally & figuratively.
When I was diagnosed, he was the strong man by my side who knew that this would be life-altering...but was ready to go through the challenge with me. He didn't run the other way, when he easily could have--because we weren't even engaged then. That's love.
This Type 3 diabetic in my life is my confidant--the one I know I can cry to because it's just too difficult, or laugh with over the irony that I'm a type 1 diabetic, yet can't eat enough cupcakes & sweets. The one who doesn't need to ask everyday or every other day how my diabetes is...because he knows by a look or the way I act. Yet, he asks anyways because he cares enough to--it's never an inconvenience to him.
He's the first one to sign up for "Team Joanna Banana" (JDRF Walks), and the first to read my blogs. He's the first one to buy me that Reese's Peanut butter cup because I earned it after days of excellent blood sugar. He's the one to bring me that glass of water because I am so dehydrated from high blood sugars.
It takes a lot of work to be a diabetic--but credit should also be given to the type 3's in our lives! I may not be lucky to have diabetes, but I feel amazingly fortunate to have Kris by my side--fighting with me, everyday.
I didn't even hesitate after reading this prompt. My diabetic hero is my husband, Kris.
Kris is my biggest supporter. He is there cheering me on when I just want to give up on this disease. When I say, "I can't do this," he's the one reassuring me and saying, "You're not alone; we're in this together." His love gives me the strength to do my best everyday, because that's how much I deal with this disease, everyday.
Kris is my lifeline during the night. The simple light touch of his hand or arm, just to see if I'm ok--if I'm breathing, because he worries about me that much. Yes, that's love.
When I have those highs and lows that are sometimes like roller coasters---he's the one sitting up with me at night or setting his alarm so it wakes him up--so he can remind me to test and see if I'm ok.
When I'm too low to even function, he's the one who pricks my finger and tests my blood sugar for me. He's the one who feeds me sugar when I need it and just can't do it myself. And he's the one that sticks that huge sensor needle into my skin--he knows how painful it is, and does it without hesitation so I don't have to. Yes, that's love.
When the world seems chaotic, and I need to sit down from a low, he's by my side. When people give me looks wondering what's wrong or why I look so "weird," he's right there next to me. When I need to test in the streets of Spain...he will stand next to me, hold my supplies--and let me lean on him, literally & figuratively.
When I was diagnosed, he was the strong man by my side who knew that this would be life-altering...but was ready to go through the challenge with me. He didn't run the other way, when he easily could have--because we weren't even engaged then. That's love.
This Type 3 diabetic in my life is my confidant--the one I know I can cry to because it's just too difficult, or laugh with over the irony that I'm a type 1 diabetic, yet can't eat enough cupcakes & sweets. The one who doesn't need to ask everyday or every other day how my diabetes is...because he knows by a look or the way I act. Yet, he asks anyways because he cares enough to--it's never an inconvenience to him.
He's the first one to sign up for "Team Joanna Banana" (JDRF Walks), and the first to read my blogs. He's the first one to buy me that Reese's Peanut butter cup because I earned it after days of excellent blood sugar. He's the one to bring me that glass of water because I am so dehydrated from high blood sugars.
It takes a lot of work to be a diabetic--but credit should also be given to the type 3's in our lives! I may not be lucky to have diabetes, but I feel amazingly fortunate to have Kris by my side--fighting with me, everyday.
I will always be there with you. Love you.
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