Tomorrow is World Diabetes Day and I don’t want you to do anything. Don’t share, don’t advocate, don’t help us find a cure, don’t think about T1D every second, every minute, every hour, don’t raise awareness, don’t donate, don’t tell your friends about it, don’t do a thing.
And then I want you to promise me one thing.
Don’t listen to me.
And don’t forget.
Don’t forget that I was there…in the same exact spot where some of you are right now, on the other side. I was learning about someone’s cause, reading about how they were fighting for a cure, something that I knew nothing about, wondering why would I do anything, because after all it didn’t affect me or my family. I was thinking about how their lives were so different than mine. I was probably reading about someone’s child, sister, mother, brother, father…friend, thinking about how hard it must be, feeling helpless, because what on earth could I possible to do help? I cared but not enough.
So, I didn’t listen, I didn’t advocate, I didn’t fund raise, I didn’t raise awareness. I didn’t do anything to help because I didn’t think that I could make a difference.
I didn’t do anything because I didn’t know.
I didn’t know that someday I would be thrown by the seat of my pants onto the other side, ripped from my comfortable spot on the sidelines, always an arms length away, always far enough away to make me feel safe. How foolish of me.
I didn’t know that someday that I, with my family, would be on the front lines of this dreadful, stupid disease. I didn’t know that it would turn our lives inside out and upside down in the blink of an eye. I didn’t know that it would redefine my path against my will, that it would rip my heart wide open.
But more than that, I didn’t know how much power lies within us.
I didn’t know that one person can make a difference.
So don’t listen to me, what do I know.