I just had coffee with my young friend who was diagnosed with diabetes back in September, just before leaving for his first year in college. And he's working at it, though it is such an adjustment. It's so strange for me to remember the beginnings of this journey, from the vantage point of 20+ years down the path. The technology is certainly better and there are promising advances in the wings, but still, there it is. The path of learning how to navigate all the new rules, the understanding of all the science, and then the figuring out about one's own particular body in relation to the disease. What eating a slice of pizza does to you. Or what exercising at this time of the day means in a couple of hours. All the countless details and vageries that make up this new life with diabetes. There it all is. Again.
I am struck, quite simply, with the courage it takes to do this. And the skill it takes to do it well. I see it with fresh eyes today, 20 years down the path, through the eyes of my young friend, starting at the beginning of his own particular journey with diabetes. It makes me sad and angry and frustrated. I don't want anyone to have to face this, but I especially don't want this particular boy to have to face it. I simply wish it wasn't so.