(Editor’s Note: Tonight, we welcome a new blogger, Tami, who introduces us to her story. You can connect with Tami at her profile: @tneumann.)
This is the day that we learned that my 12-year-old son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. The next four days were spent at Children’s Memorial Hospital in Chicago. I am not sure that I remember much of what happened in those four days. I do remember the amazing changes that happened when insulin entered my son’s body. He perked up. There was color in his cheeks when there wasn’t any before and the circles under his eyes, poof!, they were gone.
He was amazing, he listened as the dietitian taught us how to count carbs and how our diabetes educator taught us how to manage the disease and how to calculate his insulin. Within that first day, he was giving himself injections and had mastered the math. He was adapting to his new life.
This blog is written as a view from my perspective as a single parent with a child with a chronic illness–Type 1 Diabetes.
Written on July 16, 2012
Tami Neumann – Mom to Brandon