I’ve been thinking about the movie ’50/50′ for an inexplicable amount of time since we saw it last weekend. As I type, I think I finally figured it out. Before we get there, I need to remind you all, my eager-readers that Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are awesome, but you need to prepare yourself for the big reveal of the gross that you’ve been living with. It is quite gross.
The twitterized summary of the plot is: a guy gets diagnosed with cancer and how he, along with his friends and family, deal with this news. Obviously it’s more than that but for the sake of this blog post that’s all you really need to know.
As the movie plays out, the main character goes through some stages of grief and in time the impact of the diagnosis on each of the other characters is revealed in some very touching ways. This is where I come in. I’m only speaking for me here, but I’m prety sure I wasn’t thinking about the impact of my diagnosis on those closest to me. Admittedly my biggest concern was how I was going to fit a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into these food exchange numbers.
I say this not in an attempt to sound selfish or self-centered. The world becomes a lot smaller sitting in that hospital bed listening to nurses and doctors talk to at a pace that feels supersonic. Trying to absorb everything that was happening and learn everything I could in the next few days, it never occured to me to ask my parents or my sister or my friends who came to visit me how they were doing.
Perhaps it was an attempt to keep things as normal as possible. I suppose everything worked out for the better but seeing how the characters reacted throughout the movie made me wonder if similar emotions and experiences were felt in the real world after my own diagnosis. Diabetes is an incredibly personal disease, but impacts more than just one person. It touches husbands and wives. Parents and siblings. Friends and…foes? I got a little carried away with that last one, but you get the point.
I admit, it’s tough to think about others when it’s MY diabetes. But when it’s also MY life, I think there needs to be a moment or two set aside to recognize that MY diabetes is also managed thanks to the support from MY family and MY friends. Sometimes they are just as important, if not more important than the technology and tools at my disposal that help with the qualitative aspect of my diabetes care.