When a part of us doesn't work quite right, that's the part we focus on.
I am acutely aware of my pancreas and its challenges and, as a result, often forget all the other parts of the elegant system called my body.
Today, I'm taking a break from my pancreas to focus on my heart. I do a lot to take care of my heart. It gets regular workouts and a healthy diet. In turn, it rewards me with low blood pressure and a strong and steady pulse. We're a good team.
My heart also has a mind of its own and is quite intuitive. It knows what it wants and I've learned from experience that it's best to follow it. I'm the first to admit that the roads it has taken me down have been unorthodox and untraditional. The journey has challenged me, sometimes frightened me, and often surprised me. But it's our journey, my heart's and mine.
My heart has led me to a quiet, unassuming man. It saw something there and just knew. I was helplessly carried along for the ride.
It led me to someone who shares my love of health and fitness. Someone who loves to experiment in the kitchen and who brings fresh flowers home every week. Someone creative, romantic, spontaneous, funny, comforting and inspiring.
Most importantly, someone who is there at 3am when my sugar drops and who is willing to leave a warm bed to get me a glass of chocolate milk. Someone willing to learn what diabetes really is, understand the challenges and the risks, and love me anyway. Someone who sees my insulin pump as a friend rather than an annoyance.
Life is a journey made up of conscious choices, random chances and a wee bit of luck thrown in. My heart has led me to where I am today and I am very grateful for the man who has chosen to walk down the road with me.