Saturday, November 20, 2010
I refuse to take another night of you waking my son up to use the washroom. You allow too much glucose into his body and he has to get up to pee through the night. You make us have to check his blood for ketones, carefully examine his insulin pump, and change infusion sets at ungodly hours.
I have had it with you ruining meals. When my son wants to enjoy a restaurant meal with the rest of us, you always have to ruin it. You make us guess at carbohydrate counts. You cause us to second guess how fat and carbohydrates will mix. You leave us wondering what will happen to his body after that "treat".
You have had your last day of ruining play for my son. You will never again interrupt a wrestling match between him and his friends because he needs to test. You will not ruin Sports Day because his site fell out and he was not getting insulin to his body.
Diabetes, we will no longer tolerate the mess you have made of my child's hands. He tests then and his lancet leaves marks there about 12 times per day. He now has black scaring on the places he likes to use the most. This causes people to ask him how he hurt himself and makes his mother cringe at what has happened to his beautiful little hands.
We are also done with the marks you leave on the rest of his body, Diabetes. Infusion sets being changed every three days leave marks on his arms, legs and belly. If he was still using injection therapy, people would think he was a drug addict.
Diabetes, you have been with us for going on 11 years now and they have not been happy ones. Yes you have caused us to join an incredible community with wonderful new friends but we want you out of their houses too. We are all tired. Our bodies are worn out and we do not want you attacking the bodies of our loved ones any more.
A tired mom of a child with diabetes
Posted by Barb Wagstaff at 6:14 PM