Thanks to one of the places I’m registered at, I’m reminded that in a month, I’ll be walking down the aisle in something white. Yes, that’s right—GluAnna is getting married!
I think what is most nerve-wracking to me the about my wedding day isn’t the all-eyes-on-me part, messing up whatever I’m supposed to say to my future hubs during the ceremony, or the potential of tripping over the hem of my dress.
What scares me the most is that I’ll go low as I walk down the aisle or have a pump site rip out and miss part of the wedding because I’ll be chugging water instead of enjoying a cocktail and conversation with loved ones. Even though I have a backpack full of supplies, glucose tabs, and sneaky ways of delivering insulin throughout the entire day, what stinks is the “stop, drop, and roll” attitude when diabetes wreaks havoc. It requires constant attention. Although many moments of many hours of many days of the year, I can forget about it and do just about everything I want to be doing, the moments where it forces me to interrupt my regularly scheduled programs are the worst. It comes out of nowhere—that low battery on a device, occlusion in the pump, or dreaded low blood sugar that lingers for hours with seemingly never-ending symptoms. We try so hard to prevent all of those technical difficulties, but sometimes they just happen.
Marriage isn’t perfect either, and I’m ready for that. My fiancé knows that too. He’ll get me juice when I’m low, and remind me to bolus when he thinks (or knows) I most likely hadn’t yet for a high carb meal, and then sometimes he forgets, as do I. Whatever challenge or annoyance with diabetes and beyond I can handle it. I’ve been married to my diabetes for over 25 years and I’m ready to commit to the next best friend for life.
As I do prep for my big wedding day, here are some of the diabetes-related tidbits I’ve learned along the way:
- Let your most important vendors (venue, photographer, dress, ceremony site/church) know about your diabetes right away. It opens the line of communication regarding food, potential fun pictures, and any delay in wedding timing. I even learned that my photographer’s dad has type 1. Bonus!
- I knew what kind of dress I wanted, or at least I thought I wanted, and when I went shopping I kept my pump on so I could see how it could work with each dress. I told the sales lady about my precious lifeline and she was able to recommend specific dresses and possibilities based on my needs. It helped narrow down options and ultimately made my selection easier. This also helps when picking out clothing in general. (Where will I put pump my pump with this new rockin’ outfit?) I haven’t had my dress fitting yet, and still discussing options for pump pocket, strapless bra, or go “untethered,” and be on shots for the day…we’ll see!
- I’ve been a guest at a wedding at least two dozen times now, and one lesson I’ve learned with diabetes and weddings in general is that it’s okay to make choices for you, regardless of the gazillion yummy looking appetizers and delicious desserts on a tray. It’s so hard to think before you eat, and it’s so much easier to just say, “Yes, I’ll try one,” but I’ve neglected diabetes with cocktails and carbs so many times, and then not enjoyed a dinner because of lack of insulin or missed out on cake because I indulged in some part of the day that I didn’t really want to. Check out an article called “Is This Insulin-Worthy?” to read more about this. I’m now and will be totally that girl that whips out their pump from their bra to bolus three times throughout the day, and I’ve learned that if it makes me feel better overall, then it’s totally worth not hiding it.
Fingers crossed, the unwanted guest called diabetes doesn’t drain my most important life event thus far. However, regardless of how diabetes affects me, on September 7, I’m dedicating myself to so much more than my broken pancreas that day, and I can’t wait to share my commitment with our closest family and friends.