Thank you all for sharing in my joy earlier this week.  I am still so thrilled!

But this post from Kerri yesterday stopped me in my tracks.  If you haven’t read it yet, please stop and do so.  The rest of my post will make a lot more sense if you do.

Here I sit, having just gotten my lowest A1c in years.  And reading Kerri’s powerful post brought tears to my eyes.  It’s not effing fair.  The same blood test.  While I am celebrating, my friend is crying.  Not fair.  Makes me want to punch something.

Because I’ve been there too.  We all have.  Those A1c results that leave us in tears, stomp all over our self-esteem, and make us question everything we’ve been doing.  They leave us feeling defeated, wondering, “Why the hell do I even bother?”

And the guilt.  Oh the guilt.  Hello there, old friend who I wish would leave me the eff alone.  What is wrong with me?  Why can’t I get my act together.  Other PWDs have amazing A1cs.  If they can do it, why can’t I?

How can a number make me feel this way?

I have felt that way.  And if you are a person with diabetes, or the parent of a child with diabetes, you have too.  I’m happy with my A1c right now, but I know that at some point in the future, it will rise again, and those feelings will be back.

But can I tell you something?  Something that some fantastic friends have told me?


The head knows it, but the heart is harder to convince.

My A1c is just a number.  Yes, it is an important number.  Important because it relates to my health.  I need to take care of myself.  And I want all my friends in the DOC to take care of themselves.  But we ALL go through patches where we don’t.  Living with diabetes is hard.  Like Cherise was talking about on DSMA Live last night, diabetes can’t have all your attention all the time.

But those feelings?  The shame, the guilt–THEY ARE LIES.  Can we do better?  Yes.  But beating ourselves up about the number is not going to aid that endeavor.  An A1c is a number.  It is data to be used to say, “What now?”  Big thanks to Bennet for reminding me about that.

Also, my better is not the same as your better.  I’m thrilled for Brian and his A1c, but I don’t think I’ll ever see mine there.  I don’t want it there.  My diabetes is different than Brian’s.  Our A1c goals are not going to be the same.  Your diabetes may vary.

Celebrate if your A1c is where you want it to be.  If it isn’t, call out guilt and shame for the liars that they are.  And read this post from Melissa.

You can do this.  One day at a time.