had to have been one of the worst days of our lives. August 6, 2007 was the day that Cale was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. All of our lives (his the most) were changed in one single blood test. 4 days were spent in the hospital learning more than I ever wanted to know about carbs, 2 different types of insulin (thankfully that has been brought down to one), timing meals (a thing of the past), fiber, protein, ketones...you name it. The first day was the worst. How do you explain to a six year old that he can no longer just eat anything he wanted whenever he wanted? How do you explain that he needs to check his blood all of the time by poking himself in the finger? How do you explain that he will have to have several shots a day? How do you explain to him that this needs to be done to keep him not only healthy, but alive? How will we all get through this?
Fast forward two years, Cale has been amazing! Sure he has his moments when he gets very "down" about having diabetes, who wouldn't? But he has been so responsible it is a relief yet saddening at the same time. He NEVER eats anything without checking with us first or without checking his blood sugar. His endocronologist praised him up and down during his last visit for being such a good boy. The 6.9 A1C result that he received at that visit just showed that we are doing everything that we can for Cale. After his diagnosis, his A1C was elevated at his first visit but it has done nothing but come down since. (Enter big sigh and smile here) Cale is even doing great counting carbs and adding everything up for us. 6 months of being on the pump has improved everything tremendously and I believe has given him more self esteem in regards to the diabetes.
That day 2 years ago was pure hell, and trust me, we have had our "bad" days since, but overall, things couldn't be going better. Let's just keep Hoping for a Cure!!!!!
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
I remember the phone call about the doctors visit and his blood sugar being in the two hundreds and you asking me if I thought you had time to go home to get some things for the Hospital or if you should just go straight there.
I remember being heartbroken that you were going to experience this lifestyle and that your baby was going to go through the same things Jessi was.
I remember being in the city aching to see you guys and tell you everything would be ok and just hug you tightly.
I remember watching Cale cry and the scared looks he'd get when it was "tick" time and all those band-aids he wore.
I remember Jessi trying to distract him by playing the "what's your number" game to see who was higher after they were checked.
Now I hear how responsible he is and how well you're doing taking care of him. You guys are an inspiration to us to take better care of our things here and be as successful as you guys are.
Take that diabetes!
Post a Comment