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On World Diabetes Day, I thought it would be appropriate to share this piece of my heart with you. In collaboration with fellow type 1 diabetics, I finally finished the post I've been working on since 2016. 14 November 2018 The hardest part about having an invisible illness is that it’s invisible. From the outside, nothing seems to be wrong. Being able to see and visualize something makes it so much easier to understand. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want your pitty or sorry’s. Explaining an invisible chronic illness to someone is similar to explaining colour to a colourblind person. In a way, you can image or guess what it’s like, but you can’t possibly fully comprehend it. The reality is that an invisible illness is something you don’t “get”, until you get it. What you see, is an ordinary woman or man, girl or boy, living alongside you. Doing what you do, liking what you like and talking like you talk. What you see, are tired eyes and some bruises; which go by...

Brave. It's a foreign  word. Not a word often spoken about. Unless you live in Marvel. Why? Because people claim the word for no reason. Or they accept and apply the meaning to their lives... This morning in one of my classes, I knew something was not quite as it should be. It’s the start of the flu season in the Southern hemisphere, and any infection always gets to those who have weak immune systems first. I felt feverish and high; and checked my blood glucose. Just my luck; I’m high . 430mg/dL or 24.2mmol. That’s pretty high. If I were to walk through the doors of any emergency room, I would be classified as a patient in desperate need of medical attention. Clearly something went wrong with my breakfast this morning. Even though my breakfast was exactly the same as yesterday’s, and the day before and before... Or maybe it’s because I’m getting sick… Who knows. When you are high, you would give yourself a shot, and drink plenty of water. Now, giving a shot unnoticed is ...