D-Blog Week: Admiring Our Differences.
Kerri's take on D-Blog Week:
Heroes don't always wear capes. It's not a requirement. But if any of these people busted out with a bedazzled cape, I wouldn't be surprised. :)
The people who take care of children with diabetes are my heroes. Moms and dads, grandmas and grandfathers, aunts and uncles and siblings - all saving lives every day with their love, compassion, and dedication. My parents - in particular my mother - helped me understand what diabetes meant and how to make it part of my life while respecting it, doing our best not to resent it, and recognizing that it doesn't own me. The caregivers of children with diabetes are the kinds of people who change lives, and are the living illustrations of "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."
The people who share their life experiences with type 2 diabetes are heroes. People with type 2 diabetes are the societal majority, but seem to be the online minority. Their stories aren't often told, but need to be, because while their community is so much like the type 1 community, sometimes their emotional and physical needs are different. I have high respect for the type 2 bloggers who share their stories and combat the blame, guilt, and misconceptions unfairly associated with their disease.
The spouses of people with diabetes are heroes. Not just the spouses - the boyfriends and girlfriends and life partners and significant others - these people did not actively seek a partner with diabetes, but they live alongside this condition with us as though it is their own. They don't have to ask about every blood sugar result or come along on every doctor's appointment to be our support system. They love us, and in that love, we can find strength when we need it most.
The lurkers are heroes. (Hi, Lurkers! You rock.) There are a lot of people who write about life with diabetes, but there are even more who are living with it, and maybe quietly lurking on diabetes blogs and in patient communities, looking for perspectives to help them better understand their child's diabetes, or their co-worker's, or their own.
And my fellow type 1 PWDs are heroes. Diagnosed as adults or as kids, we're living with a disease that varies so greatly but yet bonds so tightly. We are parents with diabetes. We are ninjas. We're living with a mess of a disease that society barely recognizes and that is relentless in its daily requirements, but together, we keep research and awareness moving forward. Our numbers are small but our voice can be so LOUD.
There are a lot of differences within this one community, but so much is the same. We all want to be healthy, inspired, and supported. As a community, we're as tough as they come, and more unified than we think. When the glucocoaster starts rolling, we call out our advocacy unicorns, lean on one another, and stay tough.
(This post is part of the Second Annual D-Blog Week. To participate, check out the details on Karen's blog! And thanks, as always, to Karen for organizing such a great advocacy effort.)