We
were ready to start the pump. I really did not know what was going to happen
and we had no expectations, I knew things could only get better in time. We
were desperate to make our children's lives a little better. This was our
chance to take control and give our children a life of hope and
freedom.
Samantha had now been taking injections for 10 years. It was at this point
I was coming to terms with our triple blow. The boys had not long been
diagnosed.
Kristine who was working at Weasmaed Children's Hospital as a nurse at the
time Samantha was diagnosed, ten years ago was now working as a Diabetes
Educator when Ryan was diagnosed.
It was not long after that Jacob was diagnosed that I turned to Kristine and
ask what would you do if it was your children? The reply was simple " I
would have them on pumps". So that was it we were doing just that.
A friend once explained to me that wounds as deep as these heel but they
leave scars and some times we fall over and graze our selves again, with time
again they heel but they are always there. There will always be a tiny part
of my soul that will always grieve for my children. I am reminded each day
when I prick my children's fingers and are up through the night checking
sugars, diabetes never takes a holiday and it does not discriminate.
Having so many people in our lives who love and care for us makes those
times we fall a little softer. They are there to pick us up and at times
carry us and then they walk beside us and are our support.