November has been a real testing time. In fact, the past 2 years have been no walk down a meadow either. If Adit, my husband, has to face the struggle first hand, I am the half-helpless person who tries to keep things running for him and our daughter.
Health issues are not new to us. We know that life of a type 1 diabetic can be as close to normal as possible with ideal control, but it could never be fully normal. Despite what the doctors tell you, when you have to finger-prick at least 5 times a day and get insulin shots a minimum of 3 times a day, you know that you are different and you need a different attitude about life.
What hits more than the disease itself is a number of factors that include psycho-social acceptance among friends and family and the support a family is able to provide a person with T1D, healthcare costs, support systems that enable the person to live as close to a normal life as possible. Unfortunately for us, the T1D awareness in India is not great and tools that enable a type 1 diabetic to get closer to ideal control are either insanely pricey or unavailable. Fortunately for us, we have got each other and thanks to our stars, affordability for the health care that is required. And me. Yeah, it took me time to fully understand what Adit’s condition meant and the requirements but I decided to be there for him, no matter what.
With a toddler who does not know what her father deals with, the problems her working mother faces to keep things going without a proper support system, the struggle is real. As I spend days trying to get an impatient peek at Adit’s glucose monitor before he could tell me, trying to feed motivation into his life, trying to raise my daughter to be understanding of her father’s condition, I cannot help wonder selfishly how things would have turned out if this did not happen to him. But I know wistful feelings are not going to change life, so I get back to work while thanking our stars that we are at least enabled to deal with our lives.