Hi. I am the mother of an adult diabetic who was 15 months of age when he was diagnosed diabetic in 1970. The technoogy in1970 was pretty archaic and didn’t tell us much of anything. My son was either in an insulin reaction or had high blood sugars. There didn’t seem to be any middle of the road sugars. We tested urine back then…urine blood sugar readings were astleast 4 hours behind venous blood sugar readings! I had to squeeze out his diaper to get enough urine to test his sugars…had to use Pampers. A person I talked to on one of the Tu Diabetes blogs when I first joined called it “boiling urine”. I was scared to death my little guy would put one of those tablets in his mouth when I wasn’t looking!
He was so brittle and was so little, it was so hard to keep him on a diet. We were to use the diabetic exhange diet. I cooked many items at meal time. I cooked hamberger in little pieces, I cooked atleast 2 green vegtables, & atleast 2 yellow vegtables, and then had cottage cheese in case he didn’t eat all of his hamberger, or cooked a hot dog in case he didn’t eat all of his cottage cheese or hot dog or the hamberger! Oh, I also had braunswagger on hand if all else failed for his meat exchange! I always had cucumbers, carrots, fresh vegtables and fruit around. I tried to NOT let him know how important his eating was to me…he seemed oblivious to my concern and was a wonderful little eater. Praise the Lord!!
When Robbie was diagnosed, I was devastated! Being a nurse, I knew what was ahead of us. My Faith in God was really tested. I couldn’t understand how HE could let this happen to my little baby! I spent probably 3 years being really angry at God and cursing HIM. I met a wonderful minister in 1974, who helped me to regain my faith and to know God really was there all along. I also had a wonderful girlfriend who loved the Lord & talked with me and prayed for me through all 3 years! It is faith shattering when a chronic disease effects your child. It is beyond comprehension how life can go on and be even half way normal. Looking back now, I know God was always with us and HE kept my baby alive and has given me 38 year with him. HE is still with us and I am able to say thank you to Him everyday. Living with Diabetes is NOT the worst thing in the world. Many little ones died of cancer, trauma, or another dreaded disease. My burden was to keep my little boy well and alive and sugars in control as best I could.