Share and Don't Share
Grace and I share mostly everything with Grace's endo. Our endo is a breath of fresh air in an otherwise heady jungle of numbers and basals and boluses. She strides into the exam room and immediately starts chatting with Grace about her outfit, her hair, school, camp, her best friends, everything under the sun. And it's TRUE. She cares so much about Grace and her kids in her practice. She truly wants to know how they are doing. And the best part? She doesn't ever ask how the diabetes is going until she has about 10 minutes of dialogue under her belt. See, makes you want to hug her, right?! I do, a lot.
After we get down to business of looking at the logbook (yes, I still log every BG, every bolus, every temp basal and every little thing I do in this D business. It's what works for me to figure it all out) and looking at her pump and her Dex. She asks me how she can help me. Let me tell you again - she asks me how she can help me. The first time she said it, I started yammering on and on about how I couldn't get the lows fixed after the high, you know, the rollercoaster effect. She said 'Let me help you with that' and proceeded to teach me some invaluable tricks of the trade. Up until that point, no one had ever asked how they could help me. Once you ask, I am all for getting help. She's that kind of gal, she asks.
I there something I don't share, that I hope Grace's endo sees nonetheless. Well, I hope she sees how hard we try, day in and day out, to do the dance with the D. I think she does, and maybe next time, when she asks me how she can help me, I might just say... 'You know, one of the ways you can help me is to see how hard we work at this. That it's not easy, not for a minute, so I hope you always know that we come in here every three months having tried our hardest.'
I think when she hears that, she might be the one giving me a hug.