Dear Other People –
Even though there’s a lot of hoopla about which chronic ailment titles are best, and worst, I don’t care how you refer to me. And my disease.
A person with diabetes.
For me, it’s a big ole nothing-burger. Really. Because what it all comes down to is the heart of the matter. The heart of the afflicted.
I am me.
I am Darlene.
And yes, I am an insulin-dependent diabetic. Or if it makes you feel better, I am a person with insulin-dependent diabetes. Have been since I was diagnosed at nine-years-old, clinging to my pink teddy bear in a sterile hospital bed.
My disease isn’t the whole of me. But, does the label of it sway your opinion of me?
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