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As many of my bloggy brethren are pointing out today, chronic conditions often come in boxed sets. You might not get just type 1 diabetes. You can end up with its pesky autoimmune family members, too - its little cousin Celiac, its uncle Hashimoto, its crappy sister Crohn's, or grandpa Arthritis. The list goes on.
Me? I got Diabetes' sweet great aunt - Vitiligo.
As chronic conditions go, I'll be honest, she's a peach. Well, not a peach so much. Maybe a speckled peach.
She's quiet. She wouldn't hurt a fly. She's just a little odd-looking. You rarely even notice her. Maybe you'll walk past a mirror and catch her there. Or she'll photobomb you when you're working on your best duckface.
I noticed her today when Sweetie and I were giggling over my stomach growling. It was a cute moment between my daughter and me. But boom, there was Auntie Vitiligo via a blanched spot on my stomach staring at both of us. I outlined the circle with my finger. "Mommy has a spot," I said.
I notice Aunt Viti's intrusion when I'm nursing my toddler son. I'm looking down at Dibbs' contented face and there he is liplocked with Great Aunt Viti. Um, oh yeah, I have a vitiligo spot on one of my bubbies. Now we're super-close friends.
I notice her looking at me from the other side of the mirror. She's cupped around my eyes like goggles and dotting my chin. You probably wouldn't see her. But I started choosing glasses over contacts so that it was less obvious.
|It's always obvious to me in lower res pictures.|
This was a forward-facing camera shot
that I tried to take on Valentine's Day.
I feel lucky that I live in an ivory tower already so that her ghost white hair (oh, yeah, my hair, too) and freckles and spots are not much of a distraction for people. I have some serious respect for people of Indian, Latino, and African descent dealing with Great Aunt Viti and her latent hostilities. (She's much rougher on the dark-skinned folks. Bigoted old bitch.)
|Now you don't see her, do you? I'm that white.|
You can see the silver in my hair though.
Aunt Viti would never dream of doing any of the hellacious things her nephew Diabetes threatens. Her nephew and his needles. Her nephew who could take control of my car, frighten my children, drain my bank account, and whom I find standing over me menacingly most nights as I sleep.
Her nephew is a rat bastard.