It’s been more than four years since our youngest son, Blake, was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes — 48 months, and at least 12,000 finger pricks to test blood-sugar level, since the doctor identified his weight loss and constant thirst as classic symptoms of that disease.
Living with Type 1 diabetes is a pain. It has forced our family to understand the body in a way that most people never will. Ask anyone what the pancreas does, chances are they won’t have a clue. But we know. Beta cells in the pancreas produce insulin that moves sugar from food through the bloodstream and into cells, where it’s used as fuel. Basically, the pancreas helps process the energy that keeps us going.
Blake’s pancreatic beta cells no longer work, so he must inject insulin to prompt his body to burn sugar. He must count carbohydrates at every meal and exercise regularly to lower his blood sugar. If we don’t pay close attention, the excess sugar in his system could eventually become toxic and cause complications like blindness, kidney disease, nerve damage, heart problems and even death.
Our family spent five days after the diagnosis at the hospital. The four of us learned how food affects blood sugar, how mood swings can indicate sugar highs and lows, and the many kinds of insulin there are, and how to mix them. We were scared and overwhelmed, but slowly, Type 1 diabetes has become part of our lives.