This weekend, my family and I were sitting in our church’s Easter service, and out of the blue, my 7 year old looks up and me and says, “Mommy, is it true that diabetes is dangerous?”
Now, he of cours knows I have diabetes. And that I wear an insulin pump. And he knows what insulin is, and that I need it. And that sometimes I have to pause what we are doing because I have to drink a juice box. And that sometimes I may be a little more cranky than other times (if my bg is high). It’s always been a part of his life. But he caught me off guard with his question, and I wanted to find out more about where this was coming from, but decided that in the middle of singing at church was not the best time. 😉
So at bedtime that night I asked him what made him ask me that. He said again, “Is diabetes a dangerous disease?” I answered, “Well, yes, it can be. But so can many other diseases — why do you ask?” He said at school (in science, I assume?) they were talking about diabetes, and the teacher said it was a dangerous disease. I’m not sure how I felt about this because I’m assuming the conversation was something along the lines of eating healthy to avoid having diabetes, but since he didn’t take it there, I chose not to go there.
As I was tucking him in and saying our prayers, I told him that it can be very dangerous for people that do not take care of themselves. But assured him that I take really good care of myself, and I take my insulin, and check my blood sugars, and I eat fairly well … and tried to reassure him that he does not need to worry about me.
I face the same fears that a lot of other diabetics face, but I was not going to put that worry onto him .. so I think I successfully nipped it in the bud and assured him by my words, and by setting an example, that I am doing just fine.
For as long as I can remember since I was diagnosed, I have said that if I was destined to have an incurable disease, at least I have one that I can control. And I still believe that wholeheartedly. As much as feasibly possible, my fate is in my own hands. And I choose to take care of myself so I can be here to watch my boys grow up. 🙂