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I hate diabetes.

It scares me and it makes my heart ache for Medium. It makes me mad and sad.

Medium is a rock star.

He rocks.

He doesn’t complain and he takes it all in stride.

I think sometimes that makes it harder, sadder for me.

Sometimes I want him to get mad.  Sometimes I think he just needs to get pissed at diabetes and pissed at the world who gave it to him.

I worry that he holds it all in.  But I know him, and really, I just think that is his personality.

Thank God.

Ironically, I have thanked God more since having a child diagnosed with a life-threatening disease than I ever did before.

Thankful that Medium is so easy-going.

Thankful that Medium likes to snack…..even at 3 a.m.

Thankful for the development of synthetic insulin.

Thankful for technology.

Thankful for caring doctors, nurses and researchers dedicated to helping people manage this horrid disease.

Thankful for a school nurse who is all over it.

Thankful for babysitters and caregivers who are willing to take on the extra challenge of caring for a kid with a serious health condition.

Thankful for friends and  family members who love me during my times of stress and support me no matter what.

I worry about Medium’s future.

I worry about when he goes off to college.

I worry about how all of this affects his brothers.

I worry about how all of this affects my marriage.

I love Medium.

I hate diabetes.