When I was a kid, I didn’t know a single diabetic. There wasn’t a single one in my family, no one at my church or my school, and none of the kids in the neighborhood. It wasn’t until my grandma was diagnosed when I was around 10 that I had any personal experience with diabetes.
I don’t think then, that I would have had any idea what my world would be like now. Sure, there are the annoying high and low blood sugars, and ordering and paying for the never-ending stream of supplies.
But without diabetes I would not have met such a wild, crazy, fun, exciting, and diverse group of people.
And you know what the best part is? Even though I live hundreds (and thousands) of miles away from most of these people I know that when I blog about the fact that I have an endocrinologist appointment tomorrow and I will be getting my new A1c results, or that I am about to start the fight for a CGMS, they will be happy, supportive, angry, and everything else a community should be.
Do you want to know how I know this? Hannah Montana was going to start its new season with an episode about one of the main characters developing diabetes – only it was the worst depiction of diabetes since Steel Magnolias.
Word got out about this episode in the diabetes (online) community, and guess what happened?