There’s an initiative on Facebook called Write Hope on Your Hands for Diabetes. Technically, it’s supposed to be hope for a cure, and while I do hope and believe there will be a cure someday, I have no delusions that I’ll ever see it. It’s better for me to accept that this is how it is, and I can live a fabulous life with diabetes even if I’m never cured. We all do what we need to do to make the best of it, and this is what works for me.
Regardless of whether or not you think you or the diabetic in your life will be cured, living with diabetes today, making the absolute best of it in the here and now, should be important to us all. In that spirit, I’m participating in the Write HOPE on Your Hand project by hoping for healing.
Healing is loving myself with diabetes because loving myself less because of busted beta cells or because I have X, Y or Z complication is not how I want to live my life. Being broken does not mean I am not whole.
Healing is loving my life with diabetes, even though it can be difficult, even though lows and highs screw things up, even though there’s financial hardship. None of those things are more powerful than the gift of joy and love that fills my life.
Healing is recognizing and appreciating the wonderful things that have come into my life because of diabetes. Because I’ve had diabetes for so long, because diabetes has had such a profound effect on who I became, that’s really everything in my life that is meaningful – my husband, my career, and all of my friends.
Healing is accepting that I likely won’t be cured, and knowing my life is no less great or meaningful without it.