I don't often think about how much mental energy I put into tamping down the thoughts that run thru my head about Olivia and how her diabetes affects her. I do bury those feelings because it makes me sad and angry and worried and a whole host of other, not-so-pleasant feelings and I just can't walk around all day feeling that way - it's too draining. Instead, I concentrate on working with her, figuring out how to handle the myriad situations that crop up every day without dwelling on the ramifications of the disease too much. I'll let myself touch lightly on it daily, but wearing all those concerns on my sleeve would send me to the nut house. Every so often, though,something will burst that dam and I'll sit down and have a good old cry about it. This morning was one of those days.

















