Day 7 of Diabetes Blog Week: Dream a Little Dream
Life after a cure...
I don't let myself imagine this very often. Hmmmm. This is difficult. Life after a cure?
I think on the day of a cure, I'd want to pack everyone up in the car and head to the beach. We would eat, play in the sand and swim all day long. I would throw a big bag of chips down on the blanket and let my kids have at it.
I would never want to look at another carb count for the rest of my life. I would never again count out 55 fish crackers. I would throw away all but one set of measuring cups. I would fill our top kitchen cabinet with paper goods instead of pump supplies.
"Feeling low" would simply mean that C was sad. And when I'd find her crying, the first thing I'd do, instead of reach for her monitor, would be to hug her.
An invitation to a sleep over would no longer send chills down my spine. A trip to the self-serve frozen yogurt store would be much less intimidating. And buffet style meals would be friendly again.
Maybe spontaneous adventures would return to our lives. Maybe. I'm just saying, I have difficulty with this one, diabetes or not.
My thoughts on this topic are very dis-jointed. I can't seem to get complete ideas down. I don't know.