Be my friend, not my enemy.
Every single day with you is different.
Is it the calm, the storm and the flood that follows sometimes all in a single matter of hours. It can disrupt and ruin, yet within hours or days you’ve forgotten or you’re too busy focusing on getting it right so you don’t have to repeat. It’s an uphill battle and sometimes it’s a love affair. I was told if my pancreas hadn’t (technically) failed, I am as fit and healthy as someone who is not diabetic - great, wonderful, fantastic - all means less risks when I am older, but it doesn’t actually change a single thing does it? I’ve made my peace with it now, 12 and a half years in. Doesn’t mean I don’t still have days where I just want to sit and scream or sob, they still happen, I guess you could call it denial if they didn’t, but they’re a lot less frequent and I’m trying to make my diabetes my friend in everyday life rather than the constant enemy that I am at war with.