Monday, April 13, 2015

More Unsettling News

In a strange, sort of tragic turn of events, we found ourselves driving to the hospital - yet again - this past Saturday. This time for our 9 year old Trinity.

Over the last month she's lost a bit of weight; had a very difficult time getting over the 'short' stomach flu that hit our family; and in general was looking pale, sickly, and tired lately.

Call it mommy's intuition or whatever you like.  For some reason I just felt we needed to have a peek at her blood glucose numbers.  I asked Techno to check her levels since her pale, drawn look reminded me so much of how Selah looked when she was initially diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.

After sleeping Friday night to Saturday, we took her blood sugar so that we'd get a good fasting result.


Humph. Didn't fully expect that.  A high number - especially after fasting for 10-12 hours.

Checking ketones demonstrated large amounts in her urine.

Deja Vu!  Hadn't we just went down this road?

A call to the endocrinologist and off we went to the hospital in Fort Collins for blood work to confirm our fears.

Yes, as you might have guessed, we now have two children in our home with type 1 diabetes.

I couldn't make this stuff up.

Yes, just 3 weeks after receiving the devastating news that Selah has type 1 diabetes, we received the unwelcome news that Trinity ALSO has type 1 diabetes.


Numb?  You bet.

I guess in some ways this news was a little easier to hear because we were already grieving the diagnosis for Selah and because we were already in the throws of this new lifestyle of finger pricks, carb counting, insulin dosing, and glucose monitoring.

Yet, now we have to grieve this loss for Trinity as well as Selah.

Heavy stuff.

I'm leaning on God and our family and friends as we travel this road.

It's not easy.

It's not fun.

I'm starting to get a bit angry about it all.

Angry at this horrendous disease.

Angry at the enemy who wants us to suffer.

We'll continue to fight this disease.  To fight for our little girls.  To fight for their very lives.

One day at a time.

One finger prick at a time.

One blood sugar reading at a time.

One insulin dose....

.... at a time.

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