War is defined as, "A state of armed conflict between different nations or states or different groups within a nation or state." War is what happens in my body. War is the constant struggle between my body's inability to produce insulin and the constant efforts to sustain my blood sugars. Every day, this war rages on within.
Every time I eat, small battles erupt from within my body, sustained fighting between two enemies that can't seem to figure out that they are fighting for the same side. The food I eat pulls my blood sugars up, using glucose as their weapon, threatening to go higher and higher. The insulin I inject counters the attack, promising to pull my blood sugars down.
Too much food and not enough insulin, a victory for the food, leaves my body feeling like a ravaged battlefield, with heavy limbs, body aches, and in need of relief. Too much insulin and not enough food, a victory for the insulin, leaves me feeling disoriented, dizzy, and confused, like a surprise attack no one saw coming.
And I am the peacekeeper, or so it feels, not letting one side of this war rage over the other. Every day, every meal, and every battle ends differently. For the most part, thankfully, I am able to sustain my role as the diplomat, diligently preserving the peace in the troublesome areas known as the depths of my physical being.
Sometimes I feel as if this war will never end. Actually, I am pretty sure this war will never end, as long as the cure for diabetes has not been found. As in real life though, War is ugly. War is tiring. And War is sad. War can also give us purpose. For without this War, I would not have life. I sustain this War and these daily battles for the purpose to survive, for without both sides of these battles I could not continue to thrive, live, and be happy. It's a small and large price to pay for the many blessings that I continue to have in life.
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