Friends with Diabetes
(There have been lots of bloggy thoughts going through my brain recently, most of them revolving around Dex. I’ll try to play catchup, but it’s unlikely)
Last week I was on vacation 🙂 It wasn’t filled with anything spectacular, but it was fun. This Saturday a close family friend got married, and their extended family came into town on Thursday. At the last wedding five years ago I spent a ton of time with “the cousins.” It was great to see them again. But on Thursday we went to a Fisher Cats game in NH. I worked there six (!) years ago, and I’ve been to plenty of games since they started. But what made this game great is that Aunt L was there. When I was in high school, Aunt L was visiting and telling me all about her insulin pump and I wanted NOTHING to do with it. I vowed I would never ever have a pump. Ha! When I first saw her Thursday, she was coming back from the bathroom with her food waiting on the table “I had to bolus.” We talked about that, we talked about my new Animas pump, drinking alcohol, and the CGM. We talked about how she went up to a local (to her) sports celebrity at a bar and sat with him for 2 hours talking diabetes. That brought us to the fact that “even if you have nothing else in common, if you both have diabetes, you can talk because it’s there all the time.” We talked with Aunt M who is a CDE about the new technologies coming. We talked about all of you out there in the DOC. We talked about my desire to get to FFL. We just talked. I knew that she was coming to town, but I’ve never been so excited for her to show up. I’ve never wanted to talk so much.
The other thing that was so wonderful is we went in various pools over the weekend and so many of the other aunts/uncles/cousins would say “Aunt L can’t wear her pump in the pool! Can you?!” I would explain that yes, we have different pumps and mine is waterproof.
I think what I loved (and have loved for years from our friends) is that if I say “I’m high” or “I’m low” or “*grumble*grumble*grumble Diabetes” they ALL get it. It’s not weird to take out the pump, or test my BG, or to have a crazy beeping CGM sitting on the table. To everyone in that family, it just is. I am so thankful that I can be taken in for the weekend and treated as one of their own. At the end of the wedding on Saturday, I was talking to Aunt L and she goes “Okay. Where is it all?” I explained my dress and tennis bloomers and she just said “I’m impressed!” It felt so awesome; so needed and just so normal.