I never started out to be an advocate for people with diabetes and yet here I am. I truly enjoy writing things here on my blog that I hope will help someone…anyone. I enjoy connecting on Facebook and Twitter with other people with diabetes. I like being able to help someone figure out what’s going on with their D on forums. I love it when someone leaves a comment saying that something I’ve written has helped; that they appreciate what I’m doing. However, I have never had any “in real life” chances to advocate. I have plans to change that but living in a small town makes it difficult to really connect with anyone else who has diabetes…until today.
Do you remember high school? I do but it’s been so long ago that it’s a wee bit vague. I do remember coming home from school and getting on the phone to talk to my friend for 2-3 hours, even though we had just seen each other all day. It used to drive my mom nuts! (tee hee). I had some great friends in high school and 2 of them still live here in town. There were 4 of us who did most everything together, including getting into trouble but we aren’t going to talk about that. The 3 of us who are still here rarely see each other, and yet when we do get together it’s like no time has passed at all. They’re those kinds of friends.
One of those friends has type 2 diabetes. I have known that for a while but we never really talked about it. We ran into each other a few weeks back at the grocery store and she told me that her D had been out of control. I SO wanted to give her tons of advice but felt as if it wasn’t my place. I did encourage her to make an appointment to see a doctor. Guess what! She did it! Long story short, (too late…sorry) we spoke on the phone today and it was so encouraging. The very day that I suggested she see a doctor, she called and made an appointment. Things are better now because she got hooked up with someone who actually understands diabetes but she’s still confused and frustrated. She told me that she reads my blog (hi!!) and that my words help. On the phone I helped her to understand how her blood sugar could go up so much when she hadn’t even eaten! (Liver dump…she didn’t know.) I suggested not going more than 5 hours without eating something, even a small snack. I cannot quite explain how wonderful I felt after we hung up the phone. I cannot adequately convey the warm fuzzies I’ve continued to feel all afternoon. I think that phone conversation did more for me than it did for her.
Today I helped someone; someone I know and care about. I truly love the idea that my words might help people “out there”, but the idea that I have helped my dear friend makes me feel on top of the world. For. The. Win!!!