My son, Alden, was diagnosed Sept. 2, 2008. It’s been a mere month now.
He has moments of utter despair and anger that break my heart, but most of the time he has handled this with incredible grace and courage. He gives himself the four injections a day - I think it is his way of having some measure of control. We are fortunate in so many ways: his teachers at school are wonderfully understanding, we have decent insurance, we don’t live a hundred years ago…
The onset of symptoms to diagnosis was about ten days. In hindsight, it was going on longer, but who would be alarmed by lots of water drinking with an active kid in summer time…? I still feel guilty, for the five days that I spent in denial, with that little voice in the back of my head saying, “Could this be - - ?” before I called his doctor:
We went in the morning and there was sugar in his urine. Then, dropped his brother at a neighbor’s house, an hour’s drive to the endocrinologist in Albany. I called my husband from the parking lot of Appleby’s, said, “Alden has diabetes.” His blood glucose was 860.
Hardest moments so far:
That first night home, the Lantus shot before bed, Alden screaming at me, “No, not another shot! I’m not doing it, I hate you!”
Letting him go off to the first day of third grade, two days after being diagnosed. Waiting with my calculator for the call at lunch from the school nurse, to talk through the dose.
Alden’s first low, a few days ago.
On balance I am impressed and inspired by by family. Alden’s brother Clay has risen to the occasion with maturity, caring and concern. My husband has been level-headed and positive. Aunts and Uncles have called with their love and support. … Many new friends at this website, thank you, thank you for being here.