Five years. Five years ago today my son was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.
Before July 25, 2007 the only thing I knew about any diabetes was that it made you pee a lot. Pretty rudimentary.
Before July 25, 2007 the only people I knew that had diabetes were adults and most of them called it a ‘touch of sugar.’
Before July 25, 2007 I thought I knew what it felt to be tired.
Before July 25, 2007 I had a good life.
On July 25, 2007 I learned my son had a disease called Type 1 diabetes.
On July 25, 2007 I learned that in order for my son to live I would now have to count carbs, check his blood glucose levels many, many times a day, give him insulin for the rest of his life.
On July 25, 2007 I learned that having money or great health insurance doesn’t matter when there is no cure to be had. If there is no cure there is no cure for anyone.
On July 25, 2007 I felt my world crumbling from the inside out, starting with my heart.
On July 25, 2012 I know more about Type 1 diabetes then I know about anything. Anything.
On July 25, 2012 I deeply understand the phrase ‘things could be worse’.
On July 25, 2012 I believe that ‘getting used to something’ and ‘accepting it’ are two entirely different things.
On July 25, 2012 I have a good life.