
Sarah just calculated that we spent just over 10,000 dollars on medical expenses last year - a sizable chunk out of our budget. That's the bad news. The good news is we can claim more than half of that as a deductible on our taxes, so we'll increase our refund amount be a considerable sum. So I got that goin' for me.
In some of the down time over the holidays I surfed the web for blogs and forums of other parents raising kids with Type I diabetes. I like it because it provides a place to vent for people who truly understand what goes on in a household like ours on a day to day basis. So in one sense it was cool to see the perspective of others and know that we're overcoming the same hurdles and challenges that thousands of other families are dealing with at the same time. However, some of the stories I have read have made me quite a bit more depressed about the life Andy is going to have to live - forever. Maybe that's a good thing, in some respect - since I tend towards the blindly quixotic - I need to be brought down to Earth for a good dose of realism now and then.
Most distressing are the comments people have had to endure from freinds, family members and strangers, such as... (paraphrasing) "A man at the gym saw my 8 year old daughter's pump and said, to both of us, "Hey, is that one of those diabeted pumps? My aunt had one of those. It malfunctioned one night and she died in her sleep. Welp, see ya later!" If I had been her I would have chased him down and ripped his eyes out. The mom who wrote that said she had a talk with her daughter about how that really doesn't happen- but how can you forget something like that? This 8 year old now has to go to sleep each night wondering if she's going to die in her sleep.
So then I began to think of Andy's perspective on all of this - every night enduring mom and dad telling him to finish the food we gave him - otherwise he'll have a low. Has he heard anyone say that blood sugar that's too low can result in seizures, coma, or death? Does he carry that fear around with him? I don't think he knows what a coma is, and I don't know if he understands how serious his disease is. I'm pretty sure he understands that other people don't have to go through all the schedules, carb counting, shots and blood sugar checks like he does. I wish I could read his mind like a book, though, and see if he is carrying around a bunch of stress and fear that Sarah and I aren't seeing. I want to protect him from the ignorant comments of people - at least until he's old enough to really understand what diabetes is all about
In some of the down time over the holidays I surfed the web for blogs and forums of other parents raising kids with Type I diabetes. I like it because it provides a place to vent for people who truly understand what goes on in a household like ours on a day to day basis. So in one sense it was cool to see the perspective of others and know that we're overcoming the same hurdles and challenges that thousands of other families are dealing with at the same time. However, some of the stories I have read have made me quite a bit more depressed about the life Andy is going to have to live - forever. Maybe that's a good thing, in some respect - since I tend towards the blindly quixotic - I need to be brought down to Earth for a good dose of realism now and then.
Most distressing are the comments people have had to endure from freinds, family members and strangers, such as... (paraphrasing) "A man at the gym saw my 8 year old daughter's pump and said, to both of us, "Hey, is that one of those diabeted pumps? My aunt had one of those. It malfunctioned one night and she died in her sleep. Welp, see ya later!" If I had been her I would have chased him down and ripped his eyes out. The mom who wrote that said she had a talk with her daughter about how that really doesn't happen- but how can you forget something like that? This 8 year old now has to go to sleep each night wondering if she's going to die in her sleep.
So then I began to think of Andy's perspective on all of this - every night enduring mom and dad telling him to finish the food we gave him - otherwise he'll have a low. Has he heard anyone say that blood sugar that's too low can result in seizures, coma, or death? Does he carry that fear around with him? I don't think he knows what a coma is, and I don't know if he understands how serious his disease is. I'm pretty sure he understands that other people don't have to go through all the schedules, carb counting, shots and blood sugar checks like he does. I wish I could read his mind like a book, though, and see if he is carrying around a bunch of stress and fear that Sarah and I aren't seeing. I want to protect him from the ignorant comments of people - at least until he's old enough to really understand what diabetes is all about



