Wednesday, August 20, 2008

My Brave Boy...

Have you ever talked to an adult diabetic? They often tell you how bad their finger tips hurt, or how they wish they could eat candy or sweets, how they hate the shots and they don't like keeping track of what they're eating. Lane has done all of these things for almost two years now. He can get cranky and whiny fact sometimes it's hard for me to handle. But then I remember that at his age, I was eating a spoonful of peanut butter...just because I felt like it, or a piece of candy just because it was Wednesday...either way, I didn't have to be careful of what was going into my body. My kids don't have that luxury...they never will. I keep Ethan on the same schedule as Lane. I know that I could give Lane whatever he wants and just accompany it with the appropriate amount of insulin, but that isn't healthy for him. They eat a lot of fruits and veggies...but sometimes it would be nice to not have to think about how many carbs is in everything. It would be nice to let my kids eat marsh mallows when my brother brings them for his kids. It would be nice to say to them, lets stop for ice cream before we go home and not have to think about carbs, shots, glucose testing and what time it is. I don't want to worry all day long if the school is caring for him properly and if the teacher will recognize the signs. If she'll let him have all the things the other kids are having for class treats. Diabetes sucks. But we often talk about what we'll do when Lane is cured. We decided we'll buy one of every kind of candy at the gas station and get three movies. We'll sit and eat candy while we watch our favorite movies. Ethan is especially excited for the day when Lane will be cured, not because it means we'll eat candy, but because he doesn't want Lane to be sick anymore. What sweet babies I have!