The loneliness of managing a condition alone
The fear of complications
The daily math of food, insulin, and energy
The shame some felt for “failing” a diet or “needing help”
My grandmother didn’t have apps or A1C reports.
She had a notebook with handwritten logs, a kitchen scale, and a heart full of determination.
And she did it all — without asking for praise.
What I Did With the Vials
I didn’t throw them away.
I placed them in a small shadow box.
Beneath them, I wrote:
“Not junk. Not clutter.
This is love.
This is strength.
This is Grandma.”
Now it hangs in my kitchen.
Not as a relic of illness.
But as a reminder:
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