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Valentine’s Day means different things to different people.
Maybe you think about teenage romance and the high-school dance.
Or maybe you see it through more grown-up eyes: sparkling wine, smooth jazz, and/or wild sex.
Some view it as an opportunity to rekindle a fire that has nearly burned out after years of neglect.
Perhaps you’re a cynic, believing that February 14th is simply a fabricated holiday created to boost sales of cards, chocolate, and flowers. Maybe you feel captive to the holiday, making an obligatory purchase of said cards, chocolate, or flowers, rather than risk a terrible scorn when you get home.
Or maybe it’s a day of sorrow — remembering someone who you’ve loved and lost, or simply trying to find somebody to love at all.
But most certainly, Valentine’s Day isn’t about children, right? How can it POSSIBLY be about the children? The rugrats who always seem to find a way to abort any hope of a romantic interlude? When the term children is used in the context of Valentine’s Day, it often comes with another term: babysitter.
I see Valentine’s Day a bit differently. On the 14th of February in 2007, my life changed forever. On that day, I became a parent.
So, yes. To me, Valentine’s Day is all about the children. It’s about a love, a commitment, and an obligation towards that tiny little life who relies on you for so much.
It’s about those two little eyes that look at you for the first time ever, in complete innocence and complete reliance, saying Here I am. I submit my entire self to you for security, nourishment, and whatever else I need, for I can’t do anything on my own. It’s that first trip home from the hospital – trembling and paranoid that something could go wrong – because the stakes have now been raised. It’s a feeling … a feeling so powerful … that I can’t describe it in words. It needs to be experienced to be understood.
This is what I experienced on Valentine’s Day in 2007. And again, on an ordinary November day a half-decade later.
Now, with all this talk about Valentine’s Day, ten days before the fact, you probably see where I’m going with this (this is my literary pause – the transition from the sappy part to the scary part. Deep breath).
There is always a lingering possibility … a fear … that something could go wrong. That the unexpected happens. And that, when those little eyes meet yours, that you’re unable to respond.
Imagine looking at your child, sick and frail. Helpless. And so are you — also helpless. It must be the most awful feeling on earth.
Imagine knowing that one shot of insulin will make all the difference – at least for awhile. Imagine knowing that the insulin is out there, but you just can’t get your hands on it. Or worse, you can get your hands on it, but you can’t find a syringe with which to inject it. The thought alone scares the hell out of me. The thought of being helpless, powerless, as my child suffers is unbearable to me.
These scenarios happen all the time in nations like Haiti, Kazakhstan, and some others. These are the observations that Dr. Fran Kaufman relayed to us during the Medtronic Diabetes Advocates Forum last month. Often, we hear of it in broad generalizations, describing populations in places we couldn’t locate on a globe.
By now, you’ve no doubt read the Tweet-heard-(and retweeted)-round-the-world.
To me, Spare-a-Rose, Save-a-Child isn’t about putting a “minus-one” on the enormous tally-board that represents how many children fail to survive due to lack of insulin.
It’s about giving a child an opportunity to develop to his or her full potential. It’s about giving parents some hope. It’s giving these Type 1 children a legitimate reason not to give up. It’s about keeping families together. Give them the supplies and the education, and they’ll do their damnedest to learn how to use it properly.
You’ll just have to take that last statement on faith. I can’t back it up and I know there are some parents, in all parts of the world, who don’t show this limitless love for their children. I can’t figure out why — I just can’t comprehend it one bit . But I truly believe that most people are good people. Some even transcend good, and will want to give the child a loving home in addition to some vital insulin.
I trust you know how it works. Five bucks gives insulin for a month. Sixty bucks lasts a year.
Send the metaphorical twelfth rose to someone who needs it. Plant it. Nurture it. Just as the rose will blossom, so will the child. Just as new flowers will bloom and produce new plants, so too will the knowledge and wisdom of treating Type 1 diabetes permeate through the community.
One bulb can turn a field of dirt into a beautiful garden. One selfless act can transform a village of despair into a place of delight.
Do it for the children. I love children. Show them some love this Valentine’s Day.
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Towards the beginning of the year, there was a big push to encourage our elected officials to vote in favor of supporting the Special Diabetes Program, which is used to help fund research, treatment, and education. I wrote a post on this blog – an unpopular one, it seems – where I questioned whether the United States government, already up to our eyeballs in debt, should be giving money to “special interests” such as SDP. Eventually, I did fill out the online form to send a letter to my Congressmen, though I had reservations at the time. (The SDP passed, by the way).
Well, I’ve had a change of heart.
You know what they say happens when you ASSUME, right?
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Of course you do. So please…
DON’T ASSUME that, because I ate a piece of cake, I’m a rebel. Or that by blood sugar is low.
DON’T ASSUME that diabetes causes me to struggle with my weight. Or that weight struggles led to diabetes.
Since starting this diabetes-themed blog over a year ago, the inclusion of musical references has been a recurring theme.
- Lyrics from the Beatles have appeared…
- I wove Meat Loaf into a teenage memory…
…and considered swapping my disease for Bon Jovi’s.
- A Credence Clearwater Revival song led to my first DOC Meetup…
…and running into a long-lost high-school classmate was like Peaches reuniting with Herb.
- A catchy little ditty from Blues Traveler sang the praises of automatic data logging…
…while a Melissa Etheridge lyric titled a post about my great-aunt’s funeral.
- Although I shamelessly made a mockery of Canada’s national anthem…
…some boys from Kansas knew exactly how I managed to Carry On.
Even the very name of this blog is inspired by a Grammy Award-winner’s song title.
But today, after reading another blog post today on SurfaceFine, I thought of a song that I used to listen to when I needed inspiration. A song about all the stuff I had put off until tomorrow — a tomorrow that has yet to come.