I would like to say that all my fears about traveling were unfounded. I would like to say that my blood sugars were steady and that I was able to adjust accordingly to the changes in diet and exercise. I would like to say that it is easy to travel with diabetes, that I don’t mind doing a shot in the middle of the airport in San Juan or at the dining table in Guana, that no one looks at me out of the corner of their eye and that I never feel wierd, that I never wonder if what I’m doing makes someone cringe. I would like to say I was unruffled by my low blood sugars and that on the day I was low from breakfast to bedtime, that my husband didn’t wake me up all night long to make sure I was okay, I would like to think my disease isn’t a burden on him. I would like to think that I do not need to live in a box, that I can be spontaneous and sail away into the blue ocean. But that would be a lie.
