D Blog Week, Day 6: Courageous

I was out of town for a few days and fell behind on my posts.  I'm going to post yesterday's post today.  'Cause I'm no quitter!  The subject for Saturday was: "let’s grab our cameras again and share some more d-related pictures.  Post as many or as few as you’d like.  Feel free to blog your thoughts on or explanations of your pictures, or leave out the written words and let the pictures speak for themselves."

It's been a privilege to watch my boys evolve over the years.  I know that people with diabetes sometimes don't want to be called out as brave, or courageous...but in that moment when the rocket clicks and the needle is injected into their flesh, there just doesn't seem to be any other word to describe it.  I watch my boys' faces at the moment the needle inserts and each time I'm in awe of the courageous human beings they are.  

After all, the needle is pretty long.

When we started with pumps there was fear in their eyes at each set change.  Later it turned to resolve to conquer their fear of that needle's pop.  Now though, there is a quiet roar of acceptance.  The needle is coming whether they flinch or not.  It is coming whether they are ready or not...whether they want it or not.  Their faces now are those of old souls.  Enduring.  Doing what has to be done in the moment.

Yesterday I took pictures of the L's and B's faces at the moment the needle inserted.

I don't know what you see...but when I look at these pictures, I see fortitude.  

And that makes me look up to them even more.