1. I hate that in an instant a high can turn into an emergency that quickly shows me how fleeting life can be and a low will keep me up all night in a panic wondering if Glucagon will be needed.
3. I hate the silent way it attacks my son’s organs. With each out of range blood sugar, I picture small blood vessels quietly being damaged or dying.
4. I hate the fear of tomorrow–wondering if we will be able to cheat diabetes and avoid complications for his lifetime.
5. I hate when Diabetes interferes with holidays–creating lows that allow him not to participate or highs that just make him feel out of sorts. It also requires its own suitcase filled with supplies that it will not pack itself and will throw a tantrum if something is forgotten.
6. I hate that Diabetes has made me have to be extra cautious when he goes to school or away to his father’s. I have to worry that he is not receiving the best of care. I hate that he is forced to carry the bulk of the responsibility for his care, despite his age, when I am not with him.
7. I hate that we have never been able to lose the diaper bag–it just became a diabetes bag. He can never just leave the house. He must take glucose, a meter and so much more.
8. I hate that he is tethered to a computer just so that he may have the best quality of life. It reminds us that he is only as healthy as we work to keep him.