Dear Diabetes,

Go to hell. Four years ago you came uninvited into our home. Into my then 4 year old son’s little body. You continue to stick around even though we despise you. You are relentless.

You are absolutely unwelcome, yet you stay, 24 hours a day 7 days a week. You refuse to take a break. You hijack our vacations, our day trips to the beach, our days at amusement parks and our time at the library. You have  a free ride to our community pool even though I tried not to buy you your own badge. I try to deny you, leave you in the car, throw you on the side of the road, but you remain. Relentless.

You sneak in places like the shower and the bathroom. Places where a now 8 year old boy is certainly looking for some privacy. How do you have carte blanche to areas of my son’s life that only he should know about?

You are a night owl. I know this because you seem to work overtime making sure my son’s numbers drop really low or shoot really high while he is sleeping. While he is sleeping for God’s sake. You don’t even have respect for what should be the most peaceful time of a child’s day.

You try to ruin school plays, and recess, and parties for birthdays. You try to make travelling difficult, getting babysitters  a chore, and going to the mall an interesting event. I say you try because, you, diabetes will NEVER ever win.

If I have to tend to you while my son sleeps, or goes to a party, or goes swimming, or takes a shower, for the next 20 years, I will. I will never let you win. My son will continue to live his life to the fullest no matter how hard you try. You can pull out the stops, the highs, the lows, the ketones, whatever and I will be there. You will hate me as much as I hate you, you can believe that. You picked the wrong family to invade.

My son couldn’t care less about you. Yes we manage you to shut you up, but you are just that, something we deal with because we have to. You will never be the center of our lives, you will never be the guest of honor at a party, you will never take over anything and be foremost in any situation. I won’t even ask how you are. I don’t care. You chose to come here now you will take a back seat and shut up as my son goes on to live a happy and healthy life.

So it’s been 4 years. I can honestly say I hate you more as I get to know you. I feared you in the beginning, but you are nothing to be afraid of. In fact, diabetes, you should be very afraid of me. Every trick and turn you make, I will be there. You will not win. Like I already said, you can go to hell.

You, diabetes, are relentless, but I…I am a mother.


The Mama