Five years ago today my son was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. I don’t have the energy, either physical or emotional to write an actual blog post about it.
Right now I am exhausted. I was up late doing a site change and then up every two hours all night checking sugars. So, yeah, I’m tired. Not just because of last night, but because of the last five years. I’m just tired of it all.
But, I felt like I had to come here and acknowledge this day in some way. I know this blog post isn’t the most uplifting, and I’m sorry about that. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone put together a coherent post summing up the last 5 years of life.
All I can say is that we’re still here. We’re still fighting. Five years later we’re still determined to fight a battle that seems will never end. Actually, Riley is fighting the battle, I’m just the one on the sidelines trying to make the strategic maneuvers that will hopefully keep him safe for one more day. Today I feel like waving the white flag, but I know I can’t. A little boy who means everything in the world to me looks to me to lead him in this battle that he didn’t chose. The enemy just snuck up on him and we’ve been on the defensive ever since.
He’s been fighting this battle for 1,825 days now. There have been no cease fires called, not for birthdays, holidays, or even the middle of the night.
He needs a cure. It’s as simple as that. He needs a cure.