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.