Today . . .
We woke up late for church . . . but arrived 30 minutes early.
Ryan was nervous about going to a Sunday School class where no one knew he had diabetes. So we told him he could go to Sunday School then we’d pick him up and he could go to big church with us. Since we got there early, we had the opportunity to visit with the Children’s Pastor. When I told him Ryan was an insulin dependent diabetic, he said he was diabetic too. I called Ryan over and said that Mr. P had D too trying to help him relax, to make a connection. He walked over, looked Mr. P right in the face and said, “Type 1 or Type 2?”
Does anyone else think that response is funny? (He’s T2, by the way, but was also taking insulin at one point. But he is managing his diabetes better and is only taking pill now . . . good for Mr. P!)
But that created a connection between Mr. P and Ryan. He started calling Ryan “George.” Ryan corrected him several times, but seemed to love the joking a little more every time. By the time I picked him up, he didn’t even correct the name. Just accepted George with a grin. And I loved that!
But Ryan didn’t want me to pick him up. He and Aaron wanted to stay and go to Kids Church. So, I checked his sugar, gave the appropriate correction (high, 216) and went on to “Big Church” leaving Ryan and Aaron sitting with friends from school and watching Looney Toons on the big screen.
We went to Country Burger for lunch and he had chicken strips and fries for lunch. Fries are the worst for Ryan. THE WORST!!! I didn’t extend the bolus this time, which I thought I’d gotten pretty good at doing. But I simply forgot, totaled the carbs and “confirmed.” STINK!!!!
Well, a few hours later . . . 127. Somehow, without explanation, I have no idea why . . . I hate that usually . . . but it worked. And today, I don’t care that I don’t know why. I’m just happy with the 127. I’ll be frustrated about it next time he has fries and I don’t know what to do. LOL (sorta)
Jason and I went to a JDRF Family Committee meeting. I’m going to be on the family committee this year helping families set up their teams for the Walk in Plano on September 24. There is always, for me, something very emotional about gathering like that. There is a same-same comfort but it is emotional. I listened to stories. One in particular was VERY sad and moving. It will stay with me for days. I will pray for that man, that father. His heart was on his sleeve too. He was so transparent and real. I appreciated that. It made me more emotional.
I’m praying already that this year’s Walk will be better for us . . . for me. Last year, our first year, it was very emotional and H.A.R.D. I was in a terrible mood plastering a smile on my face for Ryan. It was rainy and wet. It just totally broke my heart that we were there because of/for my son. I do NOT say that in arrogance. I say it most humbly. But who wants to be participating in a fundraiser/benefit raising money to find a cure for a currently incurable disease because your son has that incurable disease? People grieve at different rates, at different paces, in different ways and my grieving process is sloooowwwwwww. I’m still there in that grieving place. But I’m just praying that God provides some healing this year on September 24 and in the days leading up to that day as I try to serve other families trying to participate in the walk .
And there you have it. My random D thoughts for today.