This post is part of the Second Annual D-Blog Week led by the ever-inspiring Karen Graffeo.
I don't have diabetes.
My daughter does.
I don't know what it feels to be in the throes of an insulin reaction, groggy from high blood sugars or depressed from feeling like my disease will never be cured.
Frustrated on a night of high blood sugars, Cassie can get sharp and curt with her mother and me. It's easy to feel the barbs from my daughter's words when she cries out that I can't possibly know how she feels.
But I know how she SHOULD feel. Healthy. Unfettered. Unworried.
This drives me to be at her side when she needs me. It compels me to fight for government support for research. It strengthens me to put aside personal pride and ask family and friends for donations for research.
The gap between what is and what can be seems, somedays, like an insurmountable difference. But we both agree it's a gap worth closing.