I’m new to being diabetic and already it feels more overwhelming than I could ever have imagined.

In the past it was common for me to hear someone say “I’m diabetic” and think very little of it. Now I know there is a whole world behind those words that rarely sees life outside the heart of the people who say it.  Just coming to the point of actually allowing yourself to think those words, to accept diabetes as part of who you are is a long and emotionally wracking journey.

Romancing diabetes is my way describing my goal in coming to terms with how I need to live with diabetes. Somehow I have to come to a place of loving my life with diabetes. If I don’t, I’ll hate my life.  Frankly, I’m not the kind to wish that on myself. 

Like any romance, I don’t expect it to be easy.  Me and diabetes will not always see eye-to-eye, we will not want the same things, we will not react exactly the same to what is going on in our life together, but since I can’t divorce it I need to learn to accept it and live with it in an understanding way. If I cannot romance diabetes with with honest intent, I could find that it is prone to betray me.  That must be avoided at all costs. 

So in a way, romance is not a bad choice of words when it comes to learning to live with diabetes on a day-by-day basis. It’s the first thing I face every morning before breakfast and the last thing I think about every night before I go to sleep. 

And like any other romance, I need a place where I can blow off steam, think things through, rant and rave when I feel frustrated and to rage with people who might understand. Hence this blog. 

Maybe I could think of this blog as the corner bar or the therapist comfy chair.  Whatever the vision, my hope is that I can clarify what I feel by expressing myself in words. With the greater hope that I will gain encouragement to continue my life long journey of romancing diabetes.