It's been way too long since I added anything here...so this might be a long one...Here goes...
I have 3 sons. Andrew is 22. Carson is 10 and Bodie is 8. If you have read my other posts then you know about Bodie.
In June of 2009, Andrew was also dx with T1. What was such a shock to us was that he was 20 years old!! I didn't know anyone who had been dx so "late" in life at that point. I knew children...lots of children unfortunately, who had been dx with T1 when they were little. Our son was 20, had a daughter, and a house and a job. It was crazy. What was also a complete shock to us was...up until this point, we had resigned ourselves to the fact that it was just bad luck that our youngest was diabetic. NOW however, I felt like all eyes were on ME. It was something within ME that "caused" this. I was the "weak" genetic link. You see, although the two younger children have NO CLUE, their "big brub" is not their full biological brother. I had him when I was 18. When he was 10, my husband adopted him and then we had the two other boys. So NOW there were 2 diabetics in the family but the only link was me. When Bodie was dx, it was overwhelming and we were in shock and on information overload. Our brains could only handle so much...which was a good thing. Over the 5ish years we had ben dealing with diabetes we learned A LOT. This fact made THIS diagnosis that much harder to deal with. WE knew about this crappy disease now. We KNEW what to expect. I was so unbelieveably sad for my son. He was in his PRIME. He was supposed to be having fun and living it up (as much as a 20 year old with a baby can anyway!) He LIVED on junk food...Taco Bell, Burger King...and he never had a weight problem because he was very active and was a BMX rider doing all those crazy tricks and such...you know, the ones that are SO incredable to watch if it's not your kid? How in the WORLD was he going to be able to continue doing THAT and manage all that diabetes entails? I was heartbroken fo him...and for ME. It was MY fault. Finally, it seemed that EVERYONE had THEIR answer as to why Bodie was diabetic. "It's got to be from HER side of the family." I could hear it...yes, it was in my own head...but I could hear it loud and clear.
As with Bodie's dx, at some point, I had to get out of the hospital. I had to leave my "big boy" and get some air. And it was MY kind of air! Warm, late June in Virginia air. (We had moved to Vermont 4 months earlier and I hated it with a passion!)
SIDENOTE: What made this dx so tough was, I had prayed for something to bring us back to VA...but this isn't what I was expecting. When we moved, Andrew was 175 lbs. When we came back to visit, he was skin and bones and when we got him to the hospital he was 130. He had lost 45 lbs in 4 months!!
So, there I was, outside the hospital, leaning against my car, crying the tears only a mother can cry, and my husband says to me...hey, look how happy these guys are...it was the MOST random sight at a hospital EVER....there were 2 hospital workers coming out a back enterance carrying two of the BIGGEST watermelons I had ever seen!! It was so odd and so unexpected that I was laughing out loud...and then, I took a deep breath and said...it's going to be OK. And ya know what? Aside from a few minor illnesses and trips to the hospital, Andrew has managed his diabetes pretty well. I still worry about him EVERY DAY because I can't see what he's doing or if he's testing or what he's eating. But like any "grown" child, I have to let him live. I have to let him be who he is and learn on his own. And YES, I badger him occasionally about his diet...or lack there of...but I would do that if he wasn't diabetic too. I mean...I knew it was going to be an issue when he was stil in the hospital and he called us asking if we could pick him up Taco Bell because he looked in the Calorie King book and it said he could have 7 layer Nachos...if he had 15 units of insulin! KIDS!