New Age, New Worries


I hate to think about it.

I can feel my stomach start to churn.

This isn’t right.

My son is 19.  He has stumbled along, trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life.  It has been a challenge but he is meeting it.  Slowly he is  making his way.

Unlike his brother who finished high school and instantly knew what he wanted to do in terms of a career, my youngest son has been a bit more uncertain.  He has applied for a variety of trades but finding the right fit isn’t easy.

He needs a job with great benefits. He wants something that will interest him.  He needs to be employable in a slumping economy.  It can be a challenge for any young person.

He isn’t just any young person however.  He is a young person with diabetes and  diabetes doesn’t care that he doesn’t know what he wants to do with the rest of his life.

Diabetes doesn’t care that he may soon be removed from his parent’s insurance plan.

Diabetes doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a job with insurance.

Diabetes doesn’t care that his provincial drug plan offers very little assistance.

Diabetes demands that he check bg levels multiple times per day.  He still must find insulin to use daily. He is required  to make appointments and order insulin pump supplies. Diabetes doesn’t care how he does any of these things but if he wants to live, he has to find a way.

He is just 19.  He should be concerned with going to school. He should be concerned with finding a career path.  He shouldn’t be concerned with health care costs.

The reality is that those are things that he has to be concerned with however.  He is still in school but will insurance still recognize this? I am not sure.

There is some help for pump supplies in our province but because of some of his own mis-steps, his coverage has lapsed. Together we will work on getting him back in the program but it will take time.

There is a provincial drug plan.  They  allow you a set number of test strips for the year but some strips covered will be better than none when the time comes.

Some days the reality of life with an expensive illness…well its overwhelming despite the fact that I am not  the person who has to test or inject daily.  He understands that it will be expensive.  This is his life. It has been for loner than he can remember. It still makes my heart ache. I still wish that I could take it away.

I can’t. We will do our best and that will be fine.

Back in the Saddle

Its eight o’clock in the morning and I am eagerly waiting for my sons to arrive.  As much as I have enjoyed lounging in my bed and not stumbling around in the wee hours of the morning, I am equally happy to begin the process again tonight.

Last night I went to bed thinking, “Enjoy this. Its your last night to sleep through for a few weeks.”  The other thoughts going through my head were “What if I don’t wake up? What if I just sleep through the nights when he is home? Who will test him? How will I set an alarm and not wake up Larry?

I woke up at two and at four am.  There is no worries about eighteen years of interrupted sleep being cured in the span of two and a half weeks.

I should not have to worry about being shocked by readings that were not done or are completely out of whack.  Texting and calling each day have hopefully alleviated that stress for both of us.  I will simply enjoy having him back in the house again for a few weeks.

I will enjoy the testing, the nagging, the background chatter of video games.  I will appreciate having someone else to take out the garbage and put away the dishes.  There will be more activity in our refrigerator as he spends hours looking for another snack.

Ah, the joys of having a teenager back in the house…yes, I really do miss it when they are gone!