Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere…. your or your loved one’s diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share.
Some people are sharing their diagnosis story for today’s topic. I don’t really remember my diagnosis since I was only 5 (and have a horrible memory!). Some are sharing stories of scary low or high experiences. I am blessed to not have any true life or death experiences to share. Some may be sharing successes worth celebrating or of friendships made worth cherishing. While I do have some of those, I have a more memorable day relating to diabetes. I usually focus on the positive and do not like to dwell on the negative. I hope if you know me, you have picked up on that. However, the most memorable day in my diabetes world happens to be a very sad one. The day my father passed away.
Some people may even be sick of hearing about this. And I apologize if that is true. But that day, my life changed forever. Not just because I lost my father. But also because what caused his death was diabetes. The very disease that I live with and have had for almost as long as he had. As much as I remind myself that things were different during his diabetes lifetime. As much as I tell myself that his tools were very unlike the ones I use today. As much as I try to focus on my attitude being different than his was. The fact still remains that diabetes took my father’s life. Even before he died. And that will forever be etched in my soul.
The Girl with the Portable Pancreas 
With tears running down my cheeks as I type this, I hope you know how incredibly awesome I think you are and how glad I am to know you. I am sorry you have to live with this memory. Big Hug friend. xo
Oh, Stace — sending lots and lots of love to you. I don’t know what it’s like to lose a father, let alone lose that father to diabetes, or any family member for that matter. I’m sure he’s looking down on you and watching as you gracefully and powerfully take care of yourself, with a long and healthy road ahead of you.
I lost my Dad in August of 2011. He had type 2 diabetes, and while that wasn’t what killed him, it certainly helped take a toll. My heart goes out to you, and I can certainly empathize. <>
Please don’t apologize, Stacey. Like Ginger said, there is no way I can possibly relate to how this must make you feel. As tragic as it is, I’m sure you learned a lot: biological and emotional, as well as motivational, from how your father and diabetes treated one another. It’s made you a better person. If he’s looking down at you right now, I’m sure he’d be proud.
It kills me that you have to live with this fear. Not only dealing with the disease on a daily basis but to have seen what he went through and to think it could happen to you too. It scares me to think of you having complications, it would break me to see you suffer. For now, I am truly grateful for your overall health and I will continue to pretend it will always be this way.
Diabetes has stolen so many precious lives and each one of them is tragic. I’m so sorry. Much love sent your way. ::hugs::