A Type 1 Midlife Crisis

Like everyone else in central PA, I contracted a mild case of Covid in October of 2021. I couldn't get out of bed for a day and then felt like I had a cold for about a week or so. During this time, I had to sit at home, send in my lesson plans daily for the substitute and watch online as my volleyball team played (and lost a game they should have won) without me. My husband slept in the basement. My kids had to stay home with me but were permitted to return to school before I was. Only my dogs kept me company yet mostly I felt fine. Once this passed and my life was allowed to return to normal, I got a cold. Just as we were traveling to Pittsburgh for my daughter's 10th birthday, it crept in. Sore throat, super congestion, the works.  Pittsburgh 2021 Finally, by Thanksgiving I was feeling normal. I had lost several pounds and was really thirsty and hungry but assumed this was from the viruses I had just endured. In December I lost more weight and started having some leg cramps...

This is hard. I feel alone and angry, frustrated, sad. My thoughts and feelings are all over the place so I am going to try to write them down for my benefit and for anyone else who needs to hear. Maybe you have experiences you can share too. My hope is that someone searching for commiseration can read my story and feel like they are not alone, not living in a sympatheticless world. (Pardon my propensity to make up words.) I have encountered many loving and helpful parents of children with type-1 diabetes. Even a family who lost a son to the disease eager to bless another out of their loss. There are countless blogs, Podcasts, and Facebook groups for supporting families of children with diabetes. Perhaps slightly forgotten, or quiet. are those who are into their golden years having lived with type-1 diabetes. These resilient pioneers experienced the technological leaps and bounds from boiling giant syringes in the stove and injecting pig insulin to today's near-close looped pump sy...