Falling In Love.
I have had diabetes for over 21 years. Memories of life before diagnosis are scarce - just snapshots from years that were so few in numbers.
Life has always included, for better or for worse, diabetes. It is my reality, a part of my life that doesn't stop my world from spinning but does give it a decidedly dilgent tilt. My family has always loved and accepted me, and I am very lucky for that fact. New relationships, be they friendships or romantic ones, have always been laced with that slight fear of "Will they accept me? All of me, including this condition that I manage every day?"
In many ways, I have been very lucky. I have had the benefit of friends who love me for who I am and who also keep juice boxes in the glove compartments of their cars and find squashed "emergency" granola bars at the bottom of their purses. My employers have been understanding and patient with my scheduled doctor's appointments and my food items stashed in every desk drawer (sometimes in other people's desk drawers, too). I am so grateful for these people who make my life exciting, fun, and accepted.
But now I stand here, barely three months from my wedding day, engaged to a man who has not only been patient, understanding, and compassionate with my diabetes, but he's made it a part of his life. It's something we manage together - whether it's a middle of the night low blood sugar, our constant encouragement towards physical fitness, or his arms around me when I'm feeling crummy - and I feel so blessed. I never feel like I'm carrying this burden by myself. Knowing I have his support makes such an impact on my health, and my happiness.
We will make our vows to love one another in sickness and in health. And I know, in my heart, that we already do.
Happy Valentine's Day to the man I love, and to my friends and family. And to you out there in the blogosphere, for being part of a support network I could have never dreamt of but am so honored to have in my life.