It's been exactly two years since I started my job as a full-time pancreas. To be honest, I totally forgot.
That is, until Penny called so her Grace could wish my Grace at Happy Diaversary.
Then Grace went over to her friend M's house to play. M was diagnosed with T1D last year, and mutual friends put us in touch.
Grace's BFF A has an older sister H. H's best friend is a T1D.
That's the good. Because something good has to come from her diagnosis. Has to. It's the connections. The love. The community. My husband and I are closer than ever. I found the D-OC. Grace has developed her own community. It includes pen-pals and play dates, and other parents who "get it."
The bad that has come is too numerous and just to sad to mention. Today isn't the day for that.
Today is a day for embracing the good.
I believe you can't welcome new things into your life until you let go of some of the old things. This is true for material items as well as emotions. If I spend my days mired in upset, there's no space for gratefulness to take root. When I'm in a place where I can put down the sadness, I can finally make room for the joy. Some day's I'm pretty good at this. Other's I'm not.
On the day Grace was diagnosed, my sister called from Florida. Without needing to say a word, we simply cried together on the phone. Then she said something that at the time I knew to be true but couldn't quite see it. She said (and I paraphrase, because for God's sake it was all a blur), "Just know that one day this will all be okay."
And though it sucks down to my very marrow, she's right.
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