Well - my dread has come to pass.
I have been diagnosed with diabetes.
I watched my father and my youngest brother struggle with this disease. Then my darling husband was diagnosed about 8 years ago and I have accompanied him over the hills and through the valleys on his journey.
Now it's my turn and I'm not so excited about beginning my own journey. But I must. I know that I am starting from a good place because in the last four months I have begun exercising and dieting - my weight is down 25 1/2 pounds. My doctor assured me that I can most likely control it with diet, exercise and weight loss - so I just need to continue on my current routine.
I will be meeting with a diabetic nutritionist to learn how I can care for myself. You'd think that having a husband with the disease would have prepared me for what I will be facing. But, now that I know it's MY disease also, I feel like a new babe.
I'm scared. I have a lot of life left to live, a lot of loving left to do. I guess that means I better get on with the gettin on, huh?