Oh, yikes. I totally sympathize. My son Eric was diagnosed with T1D one year ago today, and that week ranks as the all-time worst of my life. The day I made the decision to take him to the pediatrician, I came home from work to find my prize filly had just broken her leg and had to be put down. I was crying my eyes out all the next day until the pediatrician told me what I didn’t want to hear–that I’d been right to suspect diabetes (I had hoped he’d tell me it was a UTI or something stupid like that)–and that we were heading for the ER. That dried up my tears in a hurry because now I had something new to think about, something utterly terrifying, far more important than a dead horse (no matter how much I loved her). The rest, well, it’s on my page if you really want the gory details. But here’s the main point… it WILL get better. A year from now, you’ll look back on this and realize you got through it all. So hang in there!
