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Starting From Behind – Everyday!

I get up every morning and start from behind.  No, I’m not talking about my To-Do List.  I’m talking about diabetes.  I’ve been diabetic for so many years that my body has developed this syndrome called “The Dawn Phenomena,”  whereby every morning, somewhere between 4:30-5am, my liver “dumps” lots of sugar into my bloodstream.  This means that no matter how well I’ve taken care of myself during the day, I’m going to wake up behind the eight-ball.  Even with taking extended-release medicine at midnight, I wake up with sugar levels well out of the normal range.

So, the first part of my day is spent playing “catch up” by eating the right foods, taking a short walk, sticking my fingers to check my “numbers” and injecting carefully measured doses of medicine.  Really, fun, huh?  But, soon enough, things are on an even keel and stay that way until 4:30 the next morning.

I tell you this story not so you’ll feel sorry for me.  After all, I don’t.  I’ve chosen to be grateful for modern medicine that has given me a shot (no pun intended!)  at a normal life; in my parents’ youth, they may not have even survived the disease.  I have close relatives who have died as a direct result of diabetes, one as young as 18.

What I want to say is that we all carry some sort of extra load – I don’t think anyone lives a totally stress-free life.  We all start the day “from behind” in some way, every day.  It could be caring for elderly parents, a sick child, a bad marriage, an illness of your own.  My  online friend, Tracy Todd, is a quadriplegic and she keeps me far away from EVER complaining.  Go read her story on her blog if you want some inspiration!

I’ve come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter as much what happens to us, what matters is how we respond to what happens.

Here’s to my fellow overcomers!