Mom to 2 Type 1s and wife to a Type 1, writing about my experiences. None of what you read on here is medical advice. Always seek discussion with your doctor when you have questions or are making changes in how you do things.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
And the hits keep coming....
.....and I have no words. I will write when I can and when I find the words. Mental disease, diabetes, cancer...they all suck. That is all for now.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Bow ties are Cool
I've been crying my eyes out. It's been a rough month. The boys have been sick quite a bit since the end of January and that has definitely taken it's toll on me, just last week Drago was battling a stomach bug. Then my sis-in-law was in the ICU and hospital for a week for DKA. Then a boy in the D.O.C. was fighting for his life after going into DKA from the stomach bug (same age as SugarBear and diagnosed for 7years I think) and lost his fight. And then the straw that broke the camels back, that made this heartbreak so unbearable, that opened the waterworks full force. I found out yesterday the boy we took home from school all last year and the year before, who transferred to a different school this year, attempted suicide by hanging. He's in a coma and his future is uncertain. What is certain is he will not be the boy we knew; the boy who wore bow ties because they are cool, who could solve a Rubix cube, who loved doing origami, who was thinking about going into criminal investigation, who always had an easy smile and a kind word is changed. He attempted to kill himself three weeks ago. I found out yesterday when I went to get my hair done by his Mom. I could tell something was going on and when I asked her she said "You don't want to know, it will ruin your day."
Parenting is so hard. I struggle to find the words. We all have this journey and some have the roughest roads through the darkest forests. I'm sitting in the dark, weeping. I weep for the young man who felt there was no other answer. I weep for the Mom who can only take one moment, one step at a time because she feels so lost. I weep for the Grandma in whose eyes I saw the heartbreak. I weep for my boys who struggle to fight to live knowing someone who gave up. I weep for my husband who interacted with this boy like a son. I weep because I love them all and my heart doesn't know what else to do.
Parenting is so hard. I struggle to find the words. We all have this journey and some have the roughest roads through the darkest forests. I'm sitting in the dark, weeping. I weep for the young man who felt there was no other answer. I weep for the Mom who can only take one moment, one step at a time because she feels so lost. I weep for the Grandma in whose eyes I saw the heartbreak. I weep for my boys who struggle to fight to live knowing someone who gave up. I weep for my husband who interacted with this boy like a son. I weep because I love them all and my heart doesn't know what else to do.
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