I have been terrible at blogging. I would like to spend my days telling you all about life with T1 D. However, first that could get downright depressing and second, we are busy living our days. Some days are good and some days, not so much. I would be dishonest if I didn't tell you I roll my eyes sometimes when people go on and on about their child's sniffle. I know this isn't fair of me as each family has their own reality and what has become normal for us would constitute Hurricane Katrina for someone else. I know this, because that was once us. I found myself alone one afternoon when two of the kids were at D camp and the other two were not at home. I did not know what to do with myself. I literally felt as if I were crawling out of my skin. At that moment, it occurred to me that I am so used to living with that element of chaos always in the shadow ready to leap out and attack in the form of a low blood sugar, keytones, lost site,or some other T1 annoyance that when the threat was removed, I was lost. This discovery made me want to jump for joy and sob with sadness at the same time. Joy- here I was for a few hours- FREE! No insulin to inject, no carbs to count, no fingers to poke. On the flip side- sadness because this is not something my kids can be free of- this disease is "managed" not "cured". Just because I wasn't watching over them the insulin, fingerpokes, and carbs were still part of their every moment. In turn, I felt humbled thinking of these kids at camp. The strength in those little wooden cabins could move mountains.
|Three of my inspirations!|