All the diabetics I know (most) where diagnosed before I met them or before I was old enough to remember. So naturally there was never a grieving period of time.
I heard this somewhere, ( I’m no biologist ) that if a parent is diabetic, there’s a 1 in 4 chance that the kids would be diabetic too. In my family, I was that 1 in 4 chance. We’re four children. Me, oldest…1 brother, 2nd oldest and 2 younger sisters. I never minded to be the one with diabetes, as a matter of fact, I really dont remember how NOT to be diabetic. But I also thought about how I would feel about one of my other siblings being diagnoised with diabetes. Now don’t get me wrong I wish no harm on my family … But my mom is diabetic and I’m diabetic so even if one of my sisters or brother was diabetic it wouldn’t be such a big deal right?!?
Well, what faith had in store for me and my family was that the youngest one in our family, my little sister, would be diabetic.
She was diagnosed a couple days ago and I didn’t think I would be this devistated and upset about it. I know she has it better off than some people, who are diagnosed and know nothing about the illness. She has her mom and her sister for support and to ask about anything she might not know, but it’s still hard. She seems fine with it, she’s only 13 and when I was diagnosed 11 years ago ( at the age of 11) she was 2… So she kind of grew up around diabetes at a young age.
I apologize if this blog is all over the place but I have a million and one thoughts in my head at the same time and I’m trying to get them all out at once! Talk about being frustrated!!
Oh and on top of all of that me and my family don’t live in the same country so I can’t fully be there for her. AND I’m no doctor… But I don’t agree with what her doctor is doing to help her and it’s reallly upsetting me.
Sigh take one day at a time I guess…