In the past 30 days, I’ve had two different friends reach out to me because a family member has had a young child diagnosed with Type 1. One was a 7 year old girl, and the other is a 6 year old boy.
Both of them were families I did not know. But via the applicable friend that approached me, I reached out to these moms and introduced myself, and offered support. Have I ever been in their shoes? No. But I do know what it’s like to LIVE with diabetes. And to have it come in and flip your world UPside down. And if nothing else, I can be an ear for them to talk to, cry to/with, vent to, ask questions, whatever they need.
Do I like having diabetes? Not even a teensy part of me likes it. But my perspective has always been to turn a positive into a negative, so if I can help, even in the slightest way, another person to see that there IS a light at the end of the tunnel – and to be an example that their child CAN live a perfectly normal life, and have a family in the future, then to me it’s worth it.
I heard a speaker this morning at a MOPS event say that suffering helps us to minister and be a support to others that are suffering. So I look at it like that – if I was not living with diabetes, then I would not be able to support others that are also living with it. So everything I’ve gone through in the last 23 years, is currently helping people that I did not even know I would know. (…that sounds like a scene from “Friends”…)