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December 31st, 2017.

The end of another calendar year.

This is the day where people tend to reflect on what the h.e. double hockey sticks happened this last year and look forward to the future year that starts tomorrow and contemplate what they can do differently to make their lives better.

This year has been hard. It's has ups, and downs, but mostly it's been hard. It's been soo hard that I feel that our family has been knitted tighter together because we had to be to survive.

This year, I started off with getting a new job (well, they hired me in December, but I started in January). This year, our oldest son began wrestling with his Jr. High team. We started a new normal with me working more hours than discussed, and the kids had to start pitching in. Then my husband had to start helping because my job was causing emotional stress. Then, he and I discussed and made the decision together for me to quit the job just 5 months into it.

The next month I spent depressed and wondering where my place was/is in life. My loving husband denied me the kitten I asked for and encouraged me to adopt a room in the house and make it my own. I worked hard to strip the wallpaper, paint the walls, find furniture for it and it's now my "office". This came at a good time, because I found myself again and then, shortly afterward, our worlds shattered.

Our lives were forever changed on July 8th, 2017. We brought Daniel to urgent care knowing full well that they were going to evaluate him and usher us to the nearest emergency room where we knew what diagnosis we were about to receive. I tell people that we were 95% sure going in, that it was Type 1 Diabetes, and the other 5% was just hoping we were wrong and it was easier to handle.

We have been blessed in life to have so many friends and family who, either work in the medical industry, or are emergency services personnel, or who simply put--knew because they know someone.

For about two weeks, we knew something was wrong with Daniel. He looked funny (I thought he was growing), he wasn't as energetic, he was consistently having tummy trouble after eating or drinking high sugary meals/drinks. He was complaining of his legs being tired or his tummy and he NEVER complained. This kid would walk miles behind you on a trail with blood in his shoes and not ever once complain about them. He was complaining. Then we noticed that his "looking funny" was weight loss. Severe weight loss. We had been talking to those friends we are blessed to know. Those family members that God has placed us with. We had been consulting with them, or just airing concerns on and off in those two weeks. Every single person we talked to said it sounded like Type 1 Diabetes. Every. Single. One.

To those whom we spoke to. THANK YOU! You helped to save Daniel's life. It wasn't just mother's intuition. You showed your loving concerns and we took it to heart and we got him the help that he needed to avoid Diabetic Ketoacidosis. It was close, but we avoided it just the same.

This year has been hard. Triumphant, but hard. In just 1 week, we will be celebrating 6 months of Type 1 Diabetes. If I made his care look easy, don't even think it. I said at the beginning of this blog, that I wanted to be real. I wanted to display the goods and the bads. The beautiful and the ugly. I'll admit, I've shared more of the beautiful and good than the ugly and bad. I hope you don't forget the ugly and bad, though. I need your prayers daily to keep my head up.

There are days where it's the new normal. We've adjusted well. Then there are days where I look at him and realize... he's not a kid anymore. He's lost an innocence he will never get back. His life is not going to be the same no matter how hard we try. It's true, Diabetes does not define a person. He can still do whatever he wants to.. but it's no longer innocent. He has to plan. He has to be smart and make good decisions. He has to do this his whole life and I'm blessed to be able to take away some of that burden while he is young because one day, he'll be on his own.

Even he realizes that his life takes planning. A couple weeks ago he plainly said "Mom, when I get older and live somewhere else... ...... ... whose going to give me the emergency shot if I need it?" He was referring to the Glucagon injection that we haven't had to use so far (knock on wood). It's there for cases where he's too low to safely injest a fast acting carb. It's there for if he ever gets so low that he has a seizure. It's a very real and scary thing that I didn't want him to worry about yet... but he obviously does. I tried to roll his question off and chuckled (cause we Basses do that when we are not wanting to cry), and I said "well, you're going to have to find a good wife, then." He laughed and said "Then I better start looking for one."

Remember, my boy is only 8 years old (9 on the day after his 6 month mark).

But I wanted to recap our year. I got a little sidetracked there, so let's get back to it.

This year has been hard. It's has ups, and downs, but mostly it's been hard. And yet, we are a tighter family than when the year began and we have had so many successes in learning our new normal. Life expectancy looks great. 

I still maintain that my survival rate for bad days is still 100%!

Happy New Year!

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