This week’s entry really choked me up. It’s the kind of thing I hope is in my partner’s heart, although men tend to be less poetic in expressing these things. It also made me realize that having the Big D around IS like having another being in the relationship mix, after all. See what you all make of it. (And feel free to email me directly with anything you might like to share.)
I realized after getting married that I had a force to contend with. Not my
husband’s mother, as is the case for most new brides, but my husband’s
diabetes. I think of it, occasionally, as the other woman.
downs together and have an intimate bond I will never be a part of. They have
their own language, and while I can hold my own in a conversation about bolusing
and complex carbohydrates, I will never speak it as fluently as they.
or mistreating one another, that I was the last one to arrive at the dance. I
have joined the party, but there will always be that boundary, no matter how
much I learn or how much time passes, that I cannot cross over.
head. I can’t make him exercise, no matter how much I may suggest it. I can’t
fully empathize with what high and low blood sugars feel like. And I can’t make
her go away.
Skittles) in my purse. I can make sure his prescriptions stay filled. I can
count every carbohydrate I put into our meals. I can sit beside him in the
middle of the night when we’re waiting for his blood sugar to level out.
and do — love him unconditionally.– T.P.