This past weekend I went skiing again, and not only is it April, but there was powder, sunshine, friends, family and no grass. When my friends and I showed up last year, this is what the mountain looked like:
And when we showed up this year, this is what the mountain looked like:
Needless to say we skied really hard every morning. At one point, Meghan said, "We need to wait for my legs to catch up." And that's pretty much how it went. The powder was awesome, and the diabetes feelings, well, they were a little off. I was starting to feel low, so when we got to the top of the chair I tested. And a stupid 33 mg/dL was staring me back. My mom & Meghan helped me with the juice boxes. But I didn't FEEL that low. So when I was done Mom asked how I was doing and I said, let's go! Don't worry, I went slow and we were making our way over to my favorite lodge for snack. And Meghan said, "My mom would be sitting on the ground crying." Meghan has had diabetes since she was 5. Her brother 6 months later. And her uncles have T1 as well. And in September her mother was diagnosed. This is a woman who knows diabetes, but not the way we do. She knows how to be a sister and mother of PWD, but is struggling with being a PWD. She has a fabulous support system, but comments like those put diabetes in perspective for me. Learning how to be a PWD happened while learning how to grow up, not while being comfortable with my life.