I know we live in a fallen world. I accept that life is not perfect--or even close to it, but it is still so hard to grasp why bad things happen to children. It was hard to be diagnosed with diabetes at 25, but at 5? OH! It makes me want to CUSS--the really bad ones too. My brave little friend, Ian, has been diagnosed with diabetes. WHY? He's going into kindergarten this year. His concerns should consist of: making sense of numbers and words, trying to make his swing go the highest, running away from girls with cooties. He should not have to worry about what his blood sugars are. He shouldn't have to be learning how to give himself injections or how to test himself 5 times a day.
He should get to be like the rest of the kids. The "normal" kids. Trading lunches, eating just the icing off of the cupcakes, diving after candy from the pinatas at birthday parties. It isn't fair and it is a bunch of CRAP! He should NOT have to deal with mood swings that are dictated by the sugars in his body, or memory problems (Nate and Angela, please, please, show him extra grace in those areas) or disruptive sleep and all the other infections your body gets from diabetes. His favorite meal should be Macaroni and Cheese. Not whole wheat linguini with zuccini and tomatoes.
Ian has a hard road ahead of him, and the only ones who can truly understand it are those traveling the same way. Ian is my brave little friend, not for something he did, but for the things he will do.
Meal Planning - let's be practical.
6 years ago
2 comments:
You're amazing. Praying for you today, too!
I didn't know you blogged! Since when the heck did you start blogging? And why didn't you tell me? Maybe you did. Whoops. Thanks for the encouragement. You have been awesome and amazing, with the right words. I'm still angry at times. Frustrated. Hurt? Bewildered is a better word. But I love your tags to this post: children, crap, diabetes. =^) You couldn't have said it better.
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