Sunday, February 20, 2011

I love my girl...

She just came and asked me if I would donate money for her diabetes research.  I told her I would give her everything I have.

 She wants to give the money to "The Rufus People" (JDRF).  She decided to hang a sign in the window too.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

New View

     I started to write a new post on Monday and I was a little bitter.  Julia's numbers were erratic and I was frustrated with dealing with diabetes.  Not the taking care of my daughter part, the dealing with people outside our family who don't understand and can't understand how this feels.  

    First there is the mom in Julia's class who, in my opinion, is determined that her daughter will have Type 1 diabetes.  

I am trying my best not to punch her.

     Second was the person who asked me if Julia "still had that diabetes thing."

I didn't even know how to answer that.

     Finally was an acquaintance who has no idea about Julia's diagnoses that asked me if I can finally take a deep breath now that both of my kids are in school all day.   

I haven't been able to breathe since November.

     But today something happened.  I was at school helping out in Julia's class and we had a fire drill.  After the drill, the kids were heading straight to recess so I was checking Julia's blood sugar in the hall.  As I was doing it, another Kindergarten class walked by with a substitute teacher.  The teacher looked at us in what I took to be a strange way.  I finished up with Julia (who was 120, which is right in range) and sent her off to play.  I walked out to the playground and was watching the kids playing when that same substitute walked up to me.  She asked me if that was my daughter I was checking.  She went on to explain that her 21 year old son has Type 1 diabetes and was diagnosed when he was in 3rd grade.  I told her yes that is my daughter and she was just diagnosed in November.  She looked at me with incredible understanding in her eyes and said, "Oh so you are still so new to this.  It does get better."    She told me more about her son, about how he plays sports and went away to college and how when he was diagnosed, he couldn't get a pump for three years.  The bell rang and she went to get her class and I went back to finish helping.  

I took a deep breath and smiled.

     There is not a day that I don't wish that this never happened and that I don't pray for a cure.  But with every struggle there is triumph.    Today was a good day.  Hopefully, someday I will be able to bring peace to someone else who is so new.  But for now I say thank you to all of you who are supporting us every day.