Last week my eldest son who is 13 was diagnosed with Type 1.
My husband and I are in shock, trying to be positive and organised ( yeah, right!) and yesterday he went back to school following a lengthy health care plan meeting. I cried as I made my way to the car park as he would be out of my sight all day what if...what if...what if...well of course he was fine and I picked him and his brother up at the end of the day and off we went home for a friday evening of video games and sibling rivalry.
Everyone we meet has so much to say, a well-meaning friend advised the other night that I "make sure he keeps his toe nails trim and clean" er...hello? 13 year old boy? He thinks a bath is a cure and unusual punishment.
Anyway, I havent really got anything to say other than "Hello" I think I may be returning to these pages many times in the coming weeks and months, in the hope that the fog of confusion lifts.
My husband and I are in shock, trying to be positive and organised ( yeah, right!) and yesterday he went back to school following a lengthy health care plan meeting. I cried as I made my way to the car park as he would be out of my sight all day what if...what if...what if...well of course he was fine and I picked him and his brother up at the end of the day and off we went home for a friday evening of video games and sibling rivalry.
Everyone we meet has so much to say, a well-meaning friend advised the other night that I "make sure he keeps his toe nails trim and clean" er...hello? 13 year old boy? He thinks a bath is a cure and unusual punishment.
Anyway, I havent really got anything to say other than "Hello" I think I may be returning to these pages many times in the coming weeks and months, in the hope that the fog of confusion lifts.