It is often hard for me to remember that diabetes can take young lives.
When I think about death and diabetes, my mind wants to think about a person who has lived with diabetes for a long time. I want to think that they lived a full and satisfying life, fighting diabetes blow for blow along the way. Like a boxer who is not quite great enough to avoid getting hit, but always finds a way to retaliate, punch for punch. As if he’s saying “Oh? You hit me? Here, take this punch with you on your way out.”
But time catches up with everyone, and they can’t deal with getting hit so hard and so often. So after years and years of battling, they eventually retire, gracefully or otherwise. They can look back and say they gave it a good fight, and had many great times along with their not-so-great times.
Lindsey is a fabulous writer, and I felt all of her gifts coming through in the moving piece about five young lives recently lost to diabetes. A baby whose doctor didn’t catch the DKA symptoms and sent her home, a nine year old who took her own life because of diabetes, a young women in Australia who went into DKA while her parents were away on vacation, and two others that I don’t know much about.
The eldest of this most recent group was 27 years old.
If there is a downside to all of the connection and communication that the internet gives us, it is that we hear about these events much more than we used to.
We hear about so many of us doing diabetes and living life, raising families, working, exercising, doing all of the things that everyone else does. But we are also more aware of diabetes ability to sneak up on us and snuff us out when our guard is down.
Type 1 diabetes is a wretched, horrible, life-threatening, life-taking disease. The hole in my heart today proves that we need a cure. This is not about my fear that those deaths could be me. This is not about the fact that diabetes is tearing through my body as I type this.
This is about the five lives that type 1 diabetes took this week. It’s about the thousands of others that we haven’t even heard about. It’s about the nine year old who didn’t feel she could continue with this disease. It’s about the parents of the 18 month old baby who unexpectedly lost their child to this cyclone. It’s about the young men and women who didn’t wake up.
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“Diabetes is like being expected to play the piano with one hand while juggling items with another hand, all while balancing with deftness and dexterity on a tightrope”— Marlene Less, 1983
DisclaimerI am not a medical professional. Nothing on this site should be construed as medical advice. Your diabetes may vary. Contact your health care provider for specific questions.