Wednesday, March 04, 2009


Twenty dollars and eight-four cents.

That's the cost of diabetes on a daily, preventative basis.(supplies, low treatments, etc,ballpark figure for me...)

I got this bottle in January, as part of our church's fund drive to assist a pregnancy center. Coming off a raw recent emotional high of that very subject I wasn't sure if I could look at it without bawling so I put my spare change in another jar and planned to transfer it to the bottle when the time came.

But something happened in a month and a half. The bottle came to mean more then what could have been. It came to represent what can be.(maybe there's a chance for even me)

Change. I can change, I can do battle with my a1c to knock it down under 7. I can drag myself to the gym on a regular basis, I can stop inhaling junk food for breakfast/lunch/and supper and make it more of the exception, rather then the rule. Its still hard but when I look at that baby bottle sitting on my dresser I'm reminded that it's oh-so-worth-it. I couldn't give up that bottle now for anything, I wrote a check to the pregnancy center. They helped me without even knowing they did so.

It's not to large a price to pay for the rest of one's life...change can be a good thing. Every bit helps.


Scott K. Johnson said...

Great post!

Cara said...

Inspiring. :) Now I need to do that....

JaimieH said...