Dear Diabetes:
You can take my pancreas - I don't care. I didn't know what it was before anyways or even where it is located now.
You can take the smoothness of my fingertips away - give me scabs and red dots - go ahead.
You can remind me of you every moment of the day - with your lows and highs and beeps - I can handle that.
You can poke my body - fingers and belly, hips and thighs - you can leave traces of your presence, red dots, bruises and scabbing.
You can label me as a 'diabetic' as part of your clan - the one you got a hold of and won't let go. Throw a bracelet on my wrist to remind me and place a pump on my hip to disrupt me.
You can wake me up at night or force me to eat when I am not hungry.
You do all these things and I am okay with that because what has come from this is all worth the handicap pancreas, rough fingertips, reminders every day, pokes, labels and wake up calls.
Kayla
Very moving post. It's been featured in an article about letters people write to their condition. http://community.wegohealth.com/profiles/blogs/writing-a-letter-to-diabetes?xg_source=activity
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