Very Emotional

Maybe it was the low I was dealing with.  I hear that people sometimes get emotional when low.

I was at a fairly big JDRF Walk for a Cure fund raising kickoff event on Sunday.  It was a big auditorium type room full of families dealing with diabetes.  The folks from JDRF were talking about the walk event and how to go about fundraising and getting people involved.  It was pretty awesome.

Me and my family were quite late, but found a string of seats in the very front corner.  As I was fighting to pull out of a low, I turned in my seat and looked around at the crowd.  My eyes started watering up.

All of these people, all of these little kids and their families that have to deal with the bullshit that is life with diabetes.

I started looking at the walls of the meeting room which were “decorated” will all sorts of family banners and team slogans.  Things that, without diabetes, would be for something fun and exciting.  Maybe they would otherwise be some school team banners, or maybe a public library reading push for kids, or whatever!

But no, it’s all for diabetes.  That, well, just sucks.

Diabetes pulls in everyone in the periphery of the one living with it.  It is great that everyone is so supportive and loving, but it is hard because they all want to do more than they can, which is to make diabetes go away.

It all just hurts, you know?

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17 thoughts on “Very Emotional

  1. Yeah Scott. Diabetes bites the big one. I feel bad when it’s an adult who is diagnosed but when it’s a small child, Oh Man. It truly does suck then. But………….I think about how worse I could be.

  2. Yeah, I know. Sometimes it just slaps you in the face like that…even after days of things seeming to be kinda ‘just fine’. The more it wears on with me, the more often these little tearisodes seem to crop up. I wish it would be more passive and lie cooperatively in the background. Or just go the #*%! away. Period.

  3. Scott,
    I know what you mean. I have a student with Type 1 who comes into my office every day for her insulin injection. She’s 10 and watching her stab herself with a needle is almost overwhelming for me sometimes. It’s not fair and it makes me mad.

  4. My emotional state varies with lows; it can range from one extreme to another, but regardless, little things seem to set these things up. On the other hand, an event like this is not really a “little thing” — its a big deal, and one which policy makers, philanthropists and concerned citizens need to see first-hand to understand that these kids aren’t “lucky” they got something manageable like diabetes instead of deadly like cancer; it deserves a cure as much (or if we evaluate priority based on costs to society and our healthcare system) perhaps more!

  5. Yes to what everyone else has said.
    When I’m low, I can cry like a little girl… for no good reason. I think it’s my subconscious taking a break from holding it together day after day. The crying represents the fear, anger, and heartache.
    Dam diabetes!

  6. How can we not be emotional about this disease? It’s something that we deal with, day in day out without any reprieve. I have days where I’m more emotional than others, but I can always say that having diabetes just plain sucks.

  7. Scott,
    I dont know what it feels like to be “low” because its my 8yr old daughter with diabetes…but I do know the pain of looking around at a JDRF event and the tears welling up. We just had our first Walk to a Cure this past Sat and it was extremely emotional for me but at the same time it made us feel like we werent alone. We met lots of people and we had 41 people walking just for Kacey. The support network was there but there were still times I choked back tears! It made me wonder how many of those people on the other teams were Type 1…how many were Type 2…how many were moms and dads that dealt with the daily struggles we do…how many were friends and family there just to support…and how many were complete strangers that just felt like they needed to do something good?
    Keep your chin up! *smile*
    I know that as hard as it is to know that its an event to support an ugly disease…its an event that actually had an impact on Kacey. Only being 8, she felt “normal” there. She made friends with pumps, she got her face painted, she danced, she colored on a pumpkin with markers, she got countless hugs and then she got to walk with all her friends and family following her. So even though we hate the daily struggle with this disease….for one day…everyone gathered in one place to show their support…and she felt special! *smile*
    ***BIG HUGZ***

  8. I hear you. My most embarrassing moments have centered around crying lows. Maybe it’s the low, or maybe it’s just the fact, diabetes sucks any way you look at it.
    The people, the support system, the people who love you and try real hard to understand you despite the crap you have to deal with and the things you might say that you didn’t really mean…the ones who help you out even when you don’t want to be helped. Those people make me cry. Low or not.
    …..but mostly low. 🙂

  9. It is BS, and thanks for saying it. Sometimes I think the organizations get so carried away with fundraising that they forget that part a little bit.
    Hang in there, dude 🙂
    From a fellow member of the “Low Criers Club” 😉

  10. I’m one of those weepy (or angry) people when low. Depends on the day I guess. I always have an overwhelming sense of happiness at JDRF events that can suddenly turn to tears in an instant. It is just sad, and it does just suck! Some days thats all I have to say about this disease. Other events I cant even speak for fear of losing it in a blubbering mess, so I totally hear you Scott!

  11. Everytime I see another child being diagnosed, some just tiny babies, it breaks my heart. I cannot imagine stabbing his/her tiny little fingers or injecting mutiple insulin shots throughout the day, inflicting pain they do not understand. I was diagnosed 42 years ago and might have had crappy control, no other option, but at least it was just one shot and no bgs tests as they did not exist. Insulin is so not a cure and the different forms of delivery, well that is not the answer.

  12. Welp, as everyone has now seen…. I’m right there with ya Scott! I am grateful for the rapid technology that is becoming available and optimistically hoping for a cure soon!! And well said, Mr. Edelman.

  13. Scott, I work every day to do what I can to help bring about a cure. Nothing will make me happier then the day that Elizabeth has a treatment that can restore some insulin producing function. Even minimizing highs and lows would be a small miracle. Diabetes sucks – but it can also reveal the amazing strength and personal character of those that not only endure, but lift up others as well.