If you have found this blog, saying Welcome does not really seem appropriate. I know you wish you weren't surfing the internet for diabetes. I felt the same.
A big part of me wishes I were not writing about diabetes, nor did I anticipate to become so opinionated or informed on the subject, but it happened. In 2010, my son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
It wasn't really part of the plan… Correction - it was not part of the plan, but it happened. It is not always easy, but I think we are all doing okay, and I hope we continue to do so.
Why the Middle East? I happen to live in Dubai. I don't think that living in the Middle East makes mine or my son's diabetic experience any more unique or challenging than it does elsewhere in the developed world.
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Please note: This blog does not give medical advice. I am opinionated, and I share my experiences, but the first rule of diabetes is to follow up with your doctor and/or nurse educator about your care, diagnosis or medication. If you do not have a medical practitioner that is helping you find your way through this crazy world, then do not give up until you find the right one.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
If I Could Time Travel
My first response and advise was kind of a data dump of the highlights of what to consider in those early days. How we integrated back into preschool, try to sleep, mourn the loss of a pancreas, expect the blood sugar to be volatile until they grow a bit more, take it day by day, and then some.
I thought of her often throughout the week. At the end of the week, it was a holiday here, and the kids were off school. As I was getting ready for work one morning, I watched my son play in the park with his friends just below my bedroom window.
He had new shoes and was jumping and climbing all over the place as one does when they have new shoes. He was doing all the normal things any kid would do, and even more active than some.
When I see him, I do not see a disease. Nor does anyone else. He is a normal, active 6-year old who loves music, his friends, running, sports and much more.
I wish I had a time machine so I could give that mom a ride into the future. That mom and really any mom dealing with a young, newly diagnosed Type 1. It would be near impossible think of now, but to show her that things will be normal sooner rather than later, and that there is no reason why any child with Type 1 cannot have a normal, happy and healthy life.