I know, a strange pairing but Emily Dickinson best sums up how I feel now.
For someone with a known temper, I can deal fairly calmly with people spreading over-generalized, misinformation about diabetes. We've been forced to for 4 years.
I can deal fairly calmly with a lot of "best of intention" type things. At least people are trying, right?
What I am finding it really hard to deal with is my daughter being told by someone she really, really respects that there will probably never be a cure for diabetes. Especially since it was in a class setting during the time Sain is raising money for her cure!
Sain lives for a cure, she dreams of a cure, every prayer in our house ends with "and a cure for diabetes." Sure we have our days of doubts but her life depends on that cure and to have someone she idolizes tell her (and a group of other kids) that there won't be a cure is devastating.
So, to Emily Dickinson we go. This is how I feel right now:
It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At the bottom of my mind;
Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.
-- Emily Dickinson