Today is THE day. June 21. The day that always gets a post on my blog. It's the anniversary of my very first post. (See Celebration, 6/21/12.)
For all of you faithful blog readers, you might recall that I also post this day to recognize the date, June 21, 1991. That day is the day that totally changed life as my family knew it. It was on that day around 11:00 a.m. that The Girl, then age 10, was diagnosed with Type I diabetes. Type 1 diabetes. The type that has no cure. The type that requires insulin for one to survive. I remember that all the signs were there....frequent urination, excessive thirst, weight loss.
My family still sees that wise doctor who diagnosed The Girl that day. That doctor is a keeper. I remember the fear that was in me when the blood sugar monitor registered 258. The wise doctor immediately gave me that don't-fall-apart-on-me-here look and calmly told The Girl the diagnosis and that she would need to go for a stay at the local children's hospital. Then she turned to me and said, "You go in my office, shut the door, and get control of everything and I will sit here with The Girl." I did just that. I don't remember praying in my numbness but I know that deep in the deepest part of me, my heart sought strength and courage. I never fell apart that I can remember even though in that deepest part of me, there was a flood of tears flowing. The strength was there to endure what life had given.
Today, 27 years later, that strength to endure is still there. Each day is lived with thankfulness for the help and strength to endure, not only living with diabetes, but just plain living. Diabetes is only one of the diseases that can rack one's body. And then there's all those other things that can demand courage and endurance. All the time, MY God is there to supply all the strength, endurance and courage needed. I can't imagine enduring without HIM.
I, too, will give credit to The Girl. Amid all the finger sticks and injections and now pump infusion sets and insulin pumps, she has endured the most. To say I am proud of her would be a gross understatement. It ain't easy. But life is worth it. Every. Single. Day. I'm grateful for a husband for her who has learned about diabetes, knows the negative signs, and pays attention to that one he loves. Maybe I say this often in my blog and writings, but I will say it again--I am filled with gratitude that both of them know the one who can help them overcome. And I am filled with joy and gratitude at the blessing of The Grandbaby, a blessing beyond measure to all of us.
So here's to the precious girl I am blessed to call mine. Celebrate this day! Celebrate the one who helps you endure! Celebrate the joys that life brings!
For all of you faithful blog readers, you might recall that I also post this day to recognize the date, June 21, 1991. That day is the day that totally changed life as my family knew it. It was on that day around 11:00 a.m. that The Girl, then age 10, was diagnosed with Type I diabetes. Type 1 diabetes. The type that has no cure. The type that requires insulin for one to survive. I remember that all the signs were there....frequent urination, excessive thirst, weight loss.
My family still sees that wise doctor who diagnosed The Girl that day. That doctor is a keeper. I remember the fear that was in me when the blood sugar monitor registered 258. The wise doctor immediately gave me that don't-fall-apart-on-me-here look and calmly told The Girl the diagnosis and that she would need to go for a stay at the local children's hospital. Then she turned to me and said, "You go in my office, shut the door, and get control of everything and I will sit here with The Girl." I did just that. I don't remember praying in my numbness but I know that deep in the deepest part of me, my heart sought strength and courage. I never fell apart that I can remember even though in that deepest part of me, there was a flood of tears flowing. The strength was there to endure what life had given.
Today, 27 years later, that strength to endure is still there. Each day is lived with thankfulness for the help and strength to endure, not only living with diabetes, but just plain living. Diabetes is only one of the diseases that can rack one's body. And then there's all those other things that can demand courage and endurance. All the time, MY God is there to supply all the strength, endurance and courage needed. I can't imagine enduring without HIM.
I, too, will give credit to The Girl. Amid all the finger sticks and injections and now pump infusion sets and insulin pumps, she has endured the most. To say I am proud of her would be a gross understatement. It ain't easy. But life is worth it. Every. Single. Day. I'm grateful for a husband for her who has learned about diabetes, knows the negative signs, and pays attention to that one he loves. Maybe I say this often in my blog and writings, but I will say it again--I am filled with gratitude that both of them know the one who can help them overcome. And I am filled with joy and gratitude at the blessing of The Grandbaby, a blessing beyond measure to all of us.
So here's to the precious girl I am blessed to call mine. Celebrate this day! Celebrate the one who helps you endure! Celebrate the joys that life brings!
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