Yesterday afternoon I ran into one of my mother’s friends who lives across the street from me. She has had type 1 for as long as I can remember and was one of the two people I knew growing up who had type 1 diabetes. When I was diagnosed my mother used her as an example to show me (or maybe more to comfort herself) that one could live a good life with the disease.
I remember being told about her month long backpacking trip to South America (she was in her early 50’s at the time – not bad), and how she needed to pack all of her supplies and keep her insulin cool. I didn’t really understand what all the fuss was about at the time but now that I know so much more about living with diabetes, I find myself much more impressed now than then.
Since my diagnosis we talk about our diabetes a bit whenever we meet, comparing notes on doses of insulin. When I saw her yesterday she shyly stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out a Medtronic pump. She finally decided to give it a try after being sick for a week and having her blood sugar go completely out of control.
She hasn’t decided if she likes the pump. She said her blood sugar levels are better than ever and that she has lost 5 or 6 pounds since getting the pump, but she can’t get over the feeling of having it with her all the time.
Although I have never tried using a pump, I know how she feels. Rationally, it seems like she would be crazy to give it up. But that feeling of having something attached to you… do you ever get used to it? Maybe it’s just part of living with diabetes, always on your mind, and with a pump, always in your pocket.