Today is a day of mixed emotions. I am SO thankful for Dr Mumbauer, our pediatrician. I have heard more horror stories of children misdiagnosed as having a virus or the flu and they end up in a DKA coma (google Kacie Terry if you don't believe me). These stories circulate probably weekly in the DOC (Diabetic Online Community). I am SO thankful for Doug. Everything life throws at us, we grow stronger.
However, I still hate diabetes. I hate that it has robbed my son of a "normal" life. I hate that he rolls his eyes when I tell him he has to check his sugar before he can eat. I hate that he cringes when his pump is inserted. I hate that he has poked his finger over 6,000 times (that's a rough estimate of 6x a day, some days are more, none are less). I hate that he asks me if they are still working on a cure (I don't hate that he asks, I hate that he thinks about it and has to ask).
I feel like I should end with some motivational "we will continue to fight" but it's not fighting anymore, it's our daily routine. Some days are worse than others (Hello, February 22), but it's all our New Normal.
