To all the parents out there-
Today, I went shopping with my mom. We had a great time, bought some Christmas gifts, and of course, chatted a good bit. I was telling her all about Juve (since I've only recently discovered it) and how much it's helping me. And then it hit me- have I ever thanked her? Or my dad?
For sleeping on the horrible "reclining" chairs at the hospital? For letting me them her with a shot of saline to practice? For sometimes being able to tell my BS was off even before I could? For holding my hair back while I threw up when I had ketones? For putting up with terrible high mood swings? For calling 911 and holding me while I had two seizures in the middle of the night? For getting me up for two years at 3am and making me eat so I wouldn't have another one? For taking on the financial burdens and shielding me from that stress? For being the ones I still call when I'm high and have ketones and feel like crap?
So I thanked my mom. Today. In the car. Though nothing I could say would ever be enough.
And thanks to all you parents out there. Your T1 kids may not recognize your sacrifices now, but one day they will. And they will be so grateful. Don't worry, it's not guilt I feel. The D is in no way my fault. I just so appreciate everything my parents did for me. They enabled me to be successful in tackling D on my own as an adult. You all are doing the same thing every day.
Tomorrow, I'm talking to my dad.
So thanks, Mom and Dad. Thank you.