Yeah….Okay…

 As evidence of some of the private notes I received, I wish to clarify the reason behind my exuberant outburst of "joy" in my last entry.  

Certainly Diabetes is nothing to be happy about or to celebrate.  My great Grandmother died from it, after first losing both of her legs and her eye sight, so I know how serious of an illness it is.  I have an Aunt and two cousins whom deal with it, as well.  

Am I disappointed to learn that I have Diabetes?  Yes, absolutely.  I know how quickly it can turn into a terminal illness if gone untreated and I know that even when managed daily, it can still cause problems and even permanent damage.  

What I’m HAPPY about is the fact that after going through a whole year of not knowing; after spending more than a year being incapacitated and unable to keep up with my responsibilities and suffering the shame and frustration of having to put so much of it upon my two oldest daughters, after having a year to anticipate the possibility that I may never be able to go back to school or get well again or (and this REALLY bothered me, be able to care for my husband) and both my husband and I might end up in an assisted living facility at a too early age, I have FINALLY learned what this damn illness is and what I can do about it.  

It means I’ll have a struggle ahead of me but it also means I CAN regain my health and my strength and I CAN live a normal life once these issues are dealt with.  There is light at the end of the tunnel again.  There is positive hope for our future again.  There is no more reason to worry and be frustrated of not knowing anything while continuing to deteriorate.

So, yes, in that regard I am HAPPY to know, HAPPY to hope and HAPPY there’s something I can actually do about it.

In other news, Mom is back home.  Liz and I left Friday evening to surprise her with a visit at the hospital but thanks to my wonderful diabetic, migraine brain, I completely forgot how to get to the hospital.  We ended up somewhere in no-man’s land and had to turn around to head back where we’d come from.  At the last minute, before turning down the road that would lead us back home, I decided to head towards my parents home to see how Dad was doing and get the proper directions so we could try again the next day.  

As we pulled into their driveway, Dad was just coming out of the garage and I noticed Mom’s bedroom light was on.  He said Mom was in her room.  Wow!  We managed to surprise her after all.  She was looking really tired but she said she felt good.  The doctors didn’t see any reason to keep her in the hospital since all the test results came back good/normal.  

She has to take it easy for the next couple of days to allow the catheter puncture to heal and she’ll be on a somewhat stronger blood pressure medication but other than that, she’s good.  

Again, many thanks to everyone who prayed for her.  She knows as well as I that God heard you.  

Time to motivate this aching body and try to get some laundry done.  Oh, and my sister, Annie, made it into town with her two girls during the wee hours of the morning, so I hope to see her later.  

Until later…