Type 1 Diabetes, Two Years Later

11.20.15It’s two years later, and what have I learned? I’ve learned never to have expectations from Type 1 Diabetes, whatever I expect Type 1 to do, it will do the opposite.

I’ve learned that no matter the efforts, no matter what the statistics have been with Carter’s numbers for the past week, the day I think all will be well, it won’t.
I learned that in an instant, everything changes.
I’ve learned a new depth of sorrow. I’ve learned how to rapidly pull myself out of that hole, so I can manage Type 1 for my son.
I have learned who my real friends and family are.

I have learned to walk alongside something I hate with every fiber of my being, and work with it, not against it.
I learned that Type 1 Diabetes is a family disease and it affects my daughter, Carter’s older sister, just as much as me.
I have learned how to push past the distraction, past the pain, past the disappointment and love like I have never loved before.

I have learned how to value life, how precious every moment truly is.
I have learned patience, perseverance, and passion in advocacy.
I have learned about how I am in charge not only of my happiness, but the happiness of my children, especially my son after each poke he endures.
I have learned, that no matter how tired, how defeated I feel each morning, MY mood sets the tone for the rest of the day.
I have learned to really celebrate the victories, as they are few.
I have learned the true definition of surrender. My biggest adversary is something I cannot control.
I have learned the depth of a mothers love, over and over, and over again.
I have learned what it means to never give up. Never give in, and never back down.
I have learned how to live under constant pressure.
Most of all, I have learned a convoluted, antiquated process filled with algorithms that are necessary to keep my son alive. Insulin is not a cure, it is my son’s life support. I hate the process, but I love the outcome. I remember that on November 20, 2013 I was faced with losing my son, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that never happens again.
I learned about my strength, I learned that no matter how wounded or scared my heart is, I always have the capacity for great love for my children.
I have learned that through tragedy, come great triumphs. I hate Type 1 Diabetes, but I love what it has brought out in my family in these past two years.

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