My mom always said I was precocious as a child. I was obedient to a fault. I once stopped service in a New York restaurant as a 4 year old because I pulled out a chair for my mom. In being transparent, I do not recall this scene. But, even Outlaws have mothers that love them no matter what.
My mom is one of a few central figures in my diabetic life. My hope is that many of the diabetics reading this blog have the same feeling and appreciation to the people in their life that keep them safe. Much like my mom did and does so many years ago and to this day. She is the leader of the Outlaw Posse. For all you lone wolves out there, of which I consider myself one, get used to the fact that as a diabetic no matter how good you think you are, the disease will find the weak link. It will slip in the back door when you think you have it beat. Expect this and surround yourself with trusted advocates (i.e a posse).
When the books are written about the team that took down Osoma bin Ladin, you will find what I have researched and studied since my childhood. Teams can accomplish unbelievable things. Individuals that act alone are egoist. Build a team and work together to beat a disease that kills more of us than AIDS and breast cancer each year.
In reality the only thing we can control in this life is our attitude toward it. I choose to take responsibility for my actions and also the result of these actions. This seems to be a dying belief in a world of 15 minute heroes.
The simple reality is that diabetes beats more of us than beat it. I will not deny I like being one of the 1% of diabetics that have the control I maintain. Make no mistake, it doesn’t happen by accident. But, as I’ve said, I am precocious…