Juvenile Diabetes… A Father’s Side

A father holding his son for the first time
A father holding his son for the first time







‘My son Carter has Juvenile Diabetes’… It’s a thought that goes through my head all the time. I know that its going to be a challenging time for him and our family in the next few years.

As a father you want your son to be able to do everything. While I know that he can do almost everything, I think of all the challenges he will receive in life, that we take for granted with functioning pancreases.

I was a Marine, and while his mother takes this as a benefit to a diabetes diagnosis, it’s every man’s prideful dream for your son to follow in your footsteps in the Service if he chooses to do so. He will not qualify to enlist in the service with Diabetes. While I wouldn’t want to encourage him to join, I would still like for him to have the choice, and that sucks. Having limitations of what your infant son can do in life at such an early age is disheartening.

It is my job as his father to ensure that he has the best life possible, and that he has a roadmap to reach his dreams. Type 1 Diabetes is a challenge that will just have to be overcome on that path. Every father and son activity should not change, just adding a little bit of insulin into the mix is all.

It’s tough to plan outings, making sure he has all his diabetic supplies, that he has a regulated blood sugar level, and that he is kept on a strict eating schedule. I rely a lot on my wife, who maintains this 90% of the time, and does a great job.

Emotionally, I guess it’s not the same for me as it is for my wife. It’s been a lot harder on her since his diagnosis with Juvenile Diabetes. I get fearful of low and high numbers, but I don’t find it devastating. I just want him to be healthy, happy, and live. I want him to have the same opportunities in life as any other boy.

With a Juvenile Diabetes diagnosis being added to our family, I am happy my son is alive. I am proud of my wife and daughter, who support him everyday while I am at work to make his life better and normal.

I know that there will be a cure soon, I feel it’s around the corner. It just sucks right now in the beginning of this diagnosis. We are in the thick of it, relying on endocrinologists of varying opinions, a crash course in administering needles, a sliding scale that changes all the time, and a crappy One Touch monitor that takes a gallon of blood to get a reading.

One thing I am proud of is my Son’s courage with all the pain he has had to endure. I couldn’t imagine what he has been feeling in the last couple of months, but now he takes his pokes and injections courageously, which I am so proud of. It was really difficult the first 2 weeks, but that has gotten way better.

I love my son, and this I accept as part of who he is. I love my wife, who has done such a wonderful job supporting him, essentially keeping him alive. I am proud of her blog that she has started, and her articles that I hope help another newly diagnosed family.


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