Been a while since I posted, but, that's not to say Diabetes isn't always on my mind! I was thinking one of these days that I should count the number of times I think about it a day. Which, I guess is odd considering I don't have diabetes or live with my T1 sister anymore. But, it hits me every day in almost everything I do. I might be just randomly doing something like cleaning out a drawer and I'll have a memory about an insulin reaction my sister had growing up in which she was putting strange things in a drawer and that's how we realized she was low! And, try as I might, I can't just let the memory pass without having "feelings" about it. About how much my sister deals with and how I just don't know how she does it. Then, sometimes I feel guilty that I got off so easy because I am not T1.
T1 is part of my identity. It shaped me. Trying to figure out what to "do" with that is the challenge....
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