From little things to big things.

(The blue candles on Facebook fuel the embers of anger I have for this disease. My thoughts are turned to the families that are hurting, and to the new families whose lives were turned upside down today. As I tried to navigate the hurt, I found myself drawn to my keyboard, to pay homage to those that mark today as their Diagnosis Day.)



Traveling through time.



The view is bright...the seasons fly.



Family is growing.



Your mind is on the little things.



Like keeping your child happy...



And school clothes. What is for lunch? There is construction/traffic on the 101.



Suddenly there is a tapping in the back of your head.



Something isn't right.



Your child constantly thirsts. Your child does not seem right...somehow.



But you need to buy school clothes. You need to go to the grocery store.



You need to find a detour away from the 101.



"Mom, I'm thirsty."



Your heart tugs. Your mind twists and turns.



It is summer after all. You are imagining things.



You aren't a big fan of drama. You question why you are creating it in your head.



And then you see your child doing something simple,



like brushing teeth...or making their bed...



and you see it.



Your child is so skinny.



Your child looks sick.



Your child has no energy.



Something is very wrong.



And suddenly...they are throwing up.



They are breathing deeply...gasping almost...so sweet...so wrong.



What is happening?



You are scared.



Your child is so scared.



And then to the hospital.



And then to be admitted.



And then for the veil to be lifted...



And nothing is the same. The world changes color.



Your child really doesn't need school clothes anymore. Your child always had enough.



There is plenty of food in the pantry.



You don't need to take the highway...the back roads are better for reflection anyway.



Diagnosis day.



Life picks you up and delivers you to your new course.



The new scenery is terrifying.



The new language is a puzzle.



And your child...



Your beautiful child is transformed.



It is as if they are magically donning shining armor.



The nobility...the bravery...the selflessness of a child with Diabetes.



The Diabetes kaleidoscope takes over your view.



Life is full of color and confusion.



But it is intensely beautiful too.



Traveling through time.



The view is bright...the seasons fly.



The family is growing.



Your mind is on the big things.



Like keeping your child alive...