One year. A year full of ups, downs, and inbetweens. A year I never would have dreamed up.
Still, I wouldn’t trade it. My little warrior has been diagnosed for a whole year. She is amazing. And we are so blessed.
Had she been diagnosed in 1921, she would be dead by now. One year. That was all diabetics could expect. Many got far less than that.
Then, the miracle of insulin in 1922–and countless advances since–have made it so my sweetie can live a long, healthy, wonderful life.
Though I wouldn’t have chosen this for our family, we have grown in so many ways.
Every child has had to learn to give, to share a bit more, to be OK with less of Mom’s time and less of the family resources. They have been compassionate and understanding nearly all the time.
My husband and I have had to learn all things diabetes, from carb counting, to insulin, to highs and lows. Syringes and test strips are a part of our life. I can look at a plate of food and tell you the carb count without even thinking too much about it. And I was led to the perfect job that allows me to earn some extra income to pay for the astronomical costs of diabetes care and still be able to take care of my angel.
And, my little warrior. She has learned that her strength is limitless. She has learned that she can do anything. She has learned that she has the heart of a warrior, even though she has the pancreas of a diabetic. She faces this disease unflinchingly every day. She brings home class treats without even a nibble. She gives her own shots, tests her own finger, and believes deep down that she won’t have to live with this disease for ever. That some day in her lifetime, they will have a cure.
We’ll be opening a new chapter in her journey with diabetes next week, as she gets her first pump.
Happy Diaversary, beautiful warrior princess. You are an amazing example to us all.