Diabetic Recipes
A woman I know, from a mom bulletin board I frequent, has been talking to me about diabetes. She has type 1 and we've discussed the pump and CGMS and life with diabetes. It's been interesting. The site is huge and I never really had any conversations with this woman until we started sending messages back and forth about diabetes.
The other day she sent me a message about her nephew, her brother's son. He had tested his son's blood sugar, because the boy had been thirsty and tired and feeling pukey for a couple of days, and gotten a 280-something reading. The dad, who also has type 1, was really concerned but thought maybe it was just a fluke. A conversation with his sister convinced him to bring the boy in to the doctor's and now there's another child out there with this damned disease.
When she sent me the message telling me of her nephew's diagnosis, I cried. I hate hearing of another kid being diagnosed. Hate it, hate it, hate it. It makes me so sad and so angry and even though, most of the time, I can tamp down my feelings about Olivia having this disease, hearing of a new diagnosis rips that scab off that not-even-close-to-being-healed scar and brings all those scared, heart-breaking feelings to the surface again. And it sucks.
It really, really sucks.
Julia, I am the same way. A boy at Riley's school was diagnosed just before school got out. I don't know him or his family but when I heard the news I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.
It may be a gut-punch, but look at it this way: with Dad and Auntie already having the disease, they knew what to look out for and will have less of a ramp-up in learning how to care for the kid. Plus, they had the tools at hand to do a preliminary diagnosis before things got too far out of control.
Breaks my heart everytime I hear about another child being diagnosed and for me 41 years later, it is the same old, same old, insulin and INSULIN IS NOT A CURE!!
It is one of the reasons I did not have children, I could not take the chance. I love being an Aunt and I don't think I could survive the diagnose of one of my nieces or nephews being diabetic.