My wife, Sara, and I had heard Max going to the bathroom many more times than usual during the night for a couple of nights in a row. We both knew the symptoms of Type 1 all too well so when I arrived home from work after the second night, Sara suggested I take out my glucose meter and test Max's sugar. When the meter read out around "400" we had no doubt that Max had Type 1.
So, as calmly as possible, we phoned Max's pediatrician, who upon hearing the story, referred us to an endocrinologist and made arrangements to have him admitted immediately that evening to the local hospital. Max is correct in his above message that fortunately he never even came close to a diabetic coma and probably wasn't even walking around with an elevated blood sugar for more than a couple of days.
Looking back on that evening and trying to find anything even slightly humorous about it, I recall vividly that Max, being a 5-year-old child, did not want to go to the hospital (too much) and was very uncooperative. So, Sara and I were forced to do what we had to do, and what most parents don't like to do... we told Max a little "white lie." We told Max that for being such a big boy and letting us test his blood sugar, we wanted to take him to Toys 'R' Us (toy store) and buy him a toy. (It worked! He gladly got into the car.)
To minimize "the lie," we actually DID take Max to Toys 'R' Us that evening, and we even bought him whatever toy or toys he wanted. This is what "guilt" frequently does to parents and we knew he'd be needing these toys for where WE KNEW we were headed next. Our route home from the toy store was intentionally detoured by a trip to... guess? The hospital.
Max, needless to say, wasn't to happy with us, his parents, about the "trick" and deception. I believe he's forgiven us... yes Max??