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Rob came down the stairs and I told him that in all probability he was going to be diagnosed with diabetes, the same as Kaitlyn. It was nothing he did and it wasn't his fault. There would be some adjustments made and we would tackle this together. He cried. We all cried. All of us left in silence and headed toward the hospital. It was surreal. It could not be happening. It was just not fair.

Traveling to the same hospital for the same reason we took Kaitlyn over 16 years ago seemed liked the part of the movie where you just cannot believe the scene in front of you. Everything moves slowly. Every movement is in a fog.

We went to the hospital, and Rob was my second child diagnosed with diabetes. I'm angry, we‘re angry. We feel as if we were hit square in the face with a baseball bat. There is so much more to write and I will share more down the road. Both my wife and my good friend, Marc Goodman, said the same thing to me; "This disease won't even let someone mourn their own father."

No it won't.

But my dad was not someone who would want anyone to mourn him. He would say, "Life is for the living, life goes on; now finish that job you started. If you do it right, you won't waste time doing it over again." Life goes on. There is a second shelf in my refrigerator stocked with diabetes supplies. One is now labeled Kaitlyn, and one is now labeled Rob.

We'll get it right Dad, a cure for your grandchildren, I promise. Rest in peace. I'm a Diabetes Dad.

Disclaimer
dLife's Daily Living columnists are not all medical experts, but everyday people living with diabetes and sharing their personal experiences. While their method of diabetes management may work for them, everyone is different. Please consult with your diabetes care team to find out what will work best for you.