The Life of a Diabetic

One day is all it takes to change your life. June 26^th, happened to be that day. The day I was diagnosed. The day that told me that life was going to be different from now on. It was the day that I found out that I, Colin Fabry, had it.  Type 1 Diabetes. When I first heard it, I thought it was some type of deadly disease, or someting that would never go away. I happened to be right about the latter. But although I looked upon this disease with disdain at first, I later found that there was a gift in this curse.

Coming up on five years with Diabetes, I see now that there was a reason for me having this disease. It was so that I could find a unique way to endure. And I have endured. At times, I just want to take a day off, or go a meal without testing or dosing. But I know that although life would be so much easier if I could, I also know that life would not be complete. We all have our own personalities, our own ways we do things, and our own lifestyles. Mine is living with Diabetes.  

When I tell people that I have Diabetes, they usually look a little sad in the eye. Hey, it gets me attention, but it also makes me a little angry. “Why?” you would ask. Because I feel that no one should be sad about my life, lifestyle, and my disease. Usually people with a disease would also look sad and discouraged. Not me. That’s why whenever someone hears that I have Diabetes, and gets the sad gleam in their eyes, it makes me a little angry. Because although, yes, it’s sad that I have a disease, it shouldn’t change everyone’s opinion of me. I’d rather be known as Colin Fabry. Not the kid with Diabetes who does a prick here and a shot there. I want to be recognized as me.

Diabetes is a hardship that many people have to face. So whenever I do meet someone with my disease, I feel proud that I can relate to them. I feel as if we share a day. One day. One day that told both of us that nothing would ever be the same. One day. Because one day is all it takes to change your life forever. And that one day was June 26^th.

Avocado Ice Cream

Over the years, my body has adapted to many different types of foods. Foods that I swore that I would never try. But, with every promise, there is a flaw. Because the second we moved out of our house in Colorado, it was the first second that would change my life, my friends, and my eating habits. Okay, maybe not that second, but, still, you get the picture.

However, when my sister Erin presented to me an idea for a substitute for ice cream, I "Bahffed" it off, saying nothing could replace ice cream. I was wrong. She had made two different types of ice cream that day. Chocolate and Lime. When my eyes feasted upon the chocolate, I gasped in shock. It was the most wonderful-looking food I'd seen in a long time. I knew then that there was always hope. 

So, from that day, I made and expanded upon the idea of avocado ice cream. Whenever I tell someone about it, usually they cringe in disgust saying, "I hate avocados". And well, I can't say I blame them. I hate plain avocados too. I can only have avocados when it's with ice cream. So, to make people understand what it looks like and such I made a video:

In this video, I used a Stick Blender. However, as I said, I've expanded upon that idea. I now use a food processor.
Over many years, my body has adapted to many foods. And avocado ice cream is one of them.

In the Midst of Destruction

  

The picture shown reminds me of two things. The paper I just wrote about 9/11. And my life. Now, I'm guessing most of you are scratching your heads, befuddled on how this picture of destruction, fire, and eruption could represent my life in Vail, AZ. Well, when I was looking on google for a good, 1800 size picture for my background, I decided to type in "New York". Well, as probably everyone does when they look up "New York", there's of course going to be a horrific picture of 9/11. And this happened to be the one. That's when that picture gave me a brilliant idea, and a brilliant name for a brilliant blog post. "In the Midst of Destruction". It made me think of the mold. Which, I'm sure, you've heard a million gazillion times in all my blog posts. But this made me think of a unique way of seeing the reason the mold was there and the reason we had to leave our house. Because without destruction, there is never hope. If there were no destruction with some person and somewhere, where would our hope be? Because whenever we experience a horrific event such as 9/11, we would never look for help. Or hope. Or God.

            9/11 changed America and the surrounding countries forever. America lost almost 3,000 lives. I guess in a way, you could say the same about the mold. Only, except the losing 3,000 lives thing. 9/11 changed my life forever, and it made me realize how much I needed that destruction and fire, and smoke, and tears, and cries. It was because I didn’t have enough hope. The reason God puts trials in our lives is because we need them (and most likely deserve them). And when he does, he knows that we’ll look to him when it happens to us.

                Had the mold not “attacked” me, I wouldn’t have become a Christian. It gave me hope. When I take a look at the picture shown, it reminds me of 3 things (not 2). 1.) My awful report on 9/11, 2.) My wonderful, awesome life, and 3.) Hope. Because in the midst of destruction, you’ll always find hope. No matter what the situation, God will always place that giant or tiny speck of hope in your life. All you have to do, is look for it. Just look for it... In the midst of destruction.