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When I Am Weak, He Is Strong

When I Am Weak, He Is Strong —

Nothing quite compares to the love you have for your child. The joy and triumph with each new milestone. Watching them grow and learn brings so much pride and contentment. I always say being a mother is the hardest, most rewarding job you can have!

You scream and yell and make a fool out of yourself when they are playing 3rd Grade basketball (or is that just me?!?).

You laugh when they laugh. You cry (but even harder!) when they cry. You want them to succeed and do well in life. You want the absolute best for them (I’m just saying that I certainly wouldn’t be upset if Jett played college football at Ohio State, went on to play for the Dallas Cowboys, all while serving the Lord and telling people what Jesus did for him).

Honestly, I’m writing this blog tonight with a broken heart (but doing what I do best, covering it up with a smile and laughter). Jett, as you all know, fights Type One diabetes every single day. There is no break or down time. He is a trooper and doesn’t complain. You see him as the wild child that loves cars, legos, and his mommy ;). You see him healthy and happy. I see him as the strongest little boy I know.

But, tonight he broke down. My 9 year old little boy, that should only be worried about what little boys worry about cries and tells me he is different. It came out of nowhere. Jett said, “I’m different and I’m never going to be able to do anything. I have a disease that they will never have a cure for!” As he is sobbing, I am trying my best not to cry with him. Because, you know, I’m supposed to be strong and not let him see me get upset. I tell him that he can do anything anyone else can do and he is already such an inspiration. But my usual pep talk isn’t cutting it, he is still uncontrollably crying and upset. Then, we are both crying. He is right. He deserves to be mad and let it out sometimes.

This disease is relentless and although we are going to fight it and give it everything we’ve got, it’s still hard.

I put way too much pressure on him to be strong and to see the positives in every situation. So, all I knew to do was to hug him, cry with him, and tell him that yes this disease does suck—for a lack of better terms—and he did have a right to get angry and be tired of it. He could even scream and cry over it but in the morning, he needs to wake up and keep fighting (mommy will be taking care of it so he can soundly sleep through the night). He agreed to this and even tried to console me as I was crying.

As Dr. Parker says, “A mans got to do what a mans got to do.” And, we have no choice but to fight this.

Even the strongest soldiers get worn down. But, they do not and will not stay down. Jett and I have faith in God and His love for us. We know that all things work for the good of those who love Him and have been called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

The love I have for Jett doesn’t compare to the love that God has for us. If you are reading this, I know you have some type of struggle in your life. It may not look like what Jett and I struggle with but it is still real and your struggle. Give it to God. Let Him take care of it. When we are weak, He is strong. 2 Corinthians 12:10

Sleep tonight in rest—knowing you have a mighty God that wants the absolute best for you!

Posted with Love, by: Heather Lyons

Also written: If I Am Completely Honest

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When I Am Weak, He Is Strong


Diabetes: A Disease That Has Become My Life

Diabetes: A Disease That Has Become My Life

Diabetes: A Disease That Has Become My Life

By: Megan Mckay


A disease consuming me,
Taking every inch of me,
Destroying any control I had left.

A disease that has become my life,
Making my body ache,
Craving perfection that will never come.

Not eating when you’re hungry,
Eating when the disease tells you to,
Too much insulin,
Not enough food,
A cascade of fatality sets in place.

Do you know what a low feels like?
Where your mind loses control,
Barely surviving as you race to get help,
Consuming anything that’s in sight,
Your only goal,
To save your life.

You eat too much,
It happens more times than you’d believe,
The taste of Ketones in your mouth,
A body getting tired,
Eyes aching,
Mind fogging,
Your body craves it,
So you do as it demands,
You take it,
And oh my,
You just hope it’s enough
(Or maybe you hope it’s not too much),
And they wonder why we don’t have better control.

A constant battle,
From the moment you open your eyes,
Your first concern?
Blood sugar,
Is it too low or too high?
Can I eat breakfast today?
Can I even make it out of bed?
When will it end.

Not many get it,
But I do,
We do,
The battle within your own body,
A fight against yourself to stay alive,
I only hope one day the battle will stop,
The cure will come and the worries will fade,
One day,
I hope you wake up in the morning and do whatever the hell you want do.


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my silver lining

The Silver Lining of Living With Diabetes

The Silver Lining of Living With Diabetes

Having this disease for so long I’ve noticed that I’ve grown accustomed to this “normal”. Being told “you have it good, at least it’s not cancer” and that pains me because I often feel like my struggle doesn’t matter. I then question my attitude towards this disease, whether I’m capable, whether I’m just ungrateful.

But in all honestly, this disease is hard. Not once in awhile… But. Every. Single. Day. Nowadays I just feel like I’m on autopilot. I’m not one to sit in sorrow. I know there’s many who have it far worse. I’m blessed to be typing this and sharing my story with the world. But for not one moment will I forget the horror I have witnessed. The nightmares I’ve experienced that were actually real. I’ve been in lows so deep that if you would have pinched me, I wouldn’t have felt it. Highs were I was in DKA and my body was depleted and fighting to gain energy.

Every experience, every nightmare, every close call has taught me a lot about myself. I’ve grown stronger than I could have ever imagined. I enjoy the simple things in life. I appreciate the devices and insulin that keeps me alive. I thank god every morning I wake up, and get the opportunity to be around my family. Some may think that seems awfully dramatic. “It’s a manageable disease…” Yes, it’s manageable but any minor slip up and it can be catastrophic. I walk a fine line everyday. I respect diabetes. I hate it, but I’ve learned to take control over it and not let it control me. And to never take life for granted.

At this point in my life, I know I could go on and live happy and manage this disease as best as I can, and not really speak about it. But I’m tired. And I know others are tired too. When you put years of sleepless nights, no days off, the rollercoaster ride all rolled into one, it takes a toll. I can put my happy face on and pretend everything’s okay, but there’s going to be days when things aren’t exactly okay, and that fight will never end until there’s a cure.

Some days it does feel like it’s all too much. Like I’m a hamster on a wheel. Wondering where the finish line is. So that I can finally let all my worries escape me. I’ll admit the internal scars of this disease has shaped me. I don’t know who I would be if I didn’t have diabetes. Sometimes I think I even feed off of it. It keeps me grounded. It’s given me the utmost compassion and empathy for others. I’ve endured the worst but I’ve also experienced the absolute best in this life.. and even more so to come. And with this journey, while immensely chaotic, it is my silver lining.

“We are the silver lining in any and every dark cloud we could ever find. There is no need to go looking for the light when you bring it with you.” —Tyler Knott Gregson

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