Its weird. When we get our A1c, I hate telling other people what it is. We work hard but I know a lot of other people who work hard too. We use a pump but they use a pump too. The only CGM we have is our own regular testing. Despite all of this, I have friends who struggle to see an A1c under 8. We have rarely, in twelve years, seen one over 7.
I have no delusions of this lasting forever. I know my son will hit his own walls when Mom is not around. I know that I have provided a cushion for those years however. I have been told this cushion may help him during those rough years reducing the chances of complications. I pray so.
Despite that fact, I rarely publicly state his A1c. I feel guilty because we succeed where others struggle. I don't see us doing anything different. Maybe we are just lucky.
My son actually sees diabetes has relatively easy! That scares me. He says,
"its simple. You count the carbs. You give the insulin. You test. You adjust. What is the big deal?"
Wow. I know its not that simple but perhaps it is good that he doesn't see it as that big of a burden or a problem. I know he sees it as an annoyance. I know he sees it as something he would rather ignore but it does not appear to be a "challenge" to him. It is simply his life. I guess that is one thing to be grateful for.