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Given we all seem to exist in internet time now, it should not surprise me how quickly great ideas arise and happen. I just read Amy Tenderich's post on DiabetesMine and heard I'm already late to the party, but still invited  - to Diabetes blog week

Karen from Bitter-Sweet blog has opened a door for readers who follow our diabetes ramblings to hop around the community (Left hand side of page: Recent posts from diabetes blog week participants) and read what we have to say about the same 7 topics this week. Since I'm joining the group late, I've missed musing about, "A day in the life...with diabetes" and "Making the low go." But I'm up for today's topic, "Your Biggest Supporter."

It's funny that this should be today's topic because just these past few days I've been feeling a little unthrilled with my diabetes. Mostly I think it's because not only do I, like you, live with diabetes 24/7, but I also work in diabetes. That sometimes makes diabetes feel like a 36/7 affair. 

And, actually, as Amy mused, since I typically manage my diabetes well, when I'm feeling off my game, getting that 278 blood sugar out of nowhere, yes, that happened the other day, or not wearing my happy-diabetes-face, I feel like I'm letting others down. After all, how can you be a role model (which my perfectionist Virgo self takes to heart) of health and be an ordinary human too? I guess that's still a lesson in progress for me.

That said, on to today's topic. There's no doubt I wouldn't be able to live as I do and take so much in stride if I didn’t have support. Support for me comes from many places - close friends who ask about my diabetes and do things like change the time we'll all gather for dinner to accommodate me, my mother who keeps one ear to the ground clipping anything she sees about diabetes and posting it to me and my diabetes friends whom I can talk to anytime about anything diabetes and they get it - they live here too. 

But I want to tell you about my biggest supporter. It is without doubt the same creature I imagine most people would annoint, their partner. In my case my husband. When I slip out of bed in the middle of the night he calls out, "Are you OK?" Some mornings when I'd rather not get out of bed he walks into the kitchen, lifts my meter from its resting place and brings it to me so I can test. 

When we were in Sydney last Christmas visiting friends, all of a sudden I felt low. I tested and discovered my blood sugar was 39 mg/dl and sweat began to pour down - his face! "What do you need?" he implored. "Get 1/2 a glass of  juice from the refrigerator" I said. He bounded down the steps, three at a time, and ran back up them with twice the amount of juice requested, himself shaking while I drank, watching till the color returned to my face. 

When he accidentally lost my meter while we were in Finland one summer, which we only discovered at midnight when I was ready to test my blood sugar before bed, over my protests he ran out into the midnight sun to the only all night drugstore open in Helsinki to bring me back a meter so I could test. On the occasional walk we take together he has SweeTarts in his pocket should I go low and while he wants to fix it when I have the diabetes-blues, he still listens and lets me know he understands.

Of course, none of this surprises me. Almost ten years ago when we were engaged I said to him one evening, I want you to know that you can back out now. Life with a diabetic is unpredictable. I don't know what's going to happen to me and what that will mean for you. After my speech, he wrapped his arms around me and said, "I'm with you now and you're with me. That's all that matters."

I should add one other note. It's my husband's support, on every front, that allows me to do this work. Hmmm...come to think of it, maybe I have him to blame for diabetes sometimes seeming like a 36/7 affair! Maybe I need to rethink this entire passage. Nah, truthfully no other work would be as fulfilling and no other person would understand that.

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