It was almost eleven years ago when we were told that my son had Type 1 diabetes and I recently wondered what have I done? When my son was first diagnosed and we knew that he would live, I remember thinking that this was what my life would be about. Now, I wonder what have I done? Has it been enough? Have I worked as hard as I could? Have I made a difference each year that we had lived with diabetes?
Yes, this is a bit of a feel-good post. It is a bit of a vain post all about ME. So, what have I done? I have ruffled feathers. I have whined. I have complained. I have been pushy. I have helped to change a few things for people with diabetes. And of course...I got a tattoo.
I have survived life with diabetes for over a decade and my son is thankfully alive to tell the tale. There were times I that I wondered if either one of us would make it. In the early days he would hoard food in his cheek, swallowing nothing and dragging meals on for hour. He would then vomit. He would bring me to tears as I tried to get him to drink juice to ward off the low he was experiencing while hanging over the toilet throwing up and passing out. I didn't know how we would make it through another day let alone a few thousand more days but we did....and I got a tattoo to prove it.
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