Over Easter, my youngest son came to visit. Each time he visits me I am shocked by how much he has grown. My little boy is long gone and a young man is emerging. A child with diabetes is being replaced by a young person with diabetes and I stand in awe.
This time I stood back a bit more. I tried not to fall into old habits of taking over care or nagging about testing. I gently reminded. I compared carb counts now and again when asked. I tested him at night at his request but mostly I sat and watched.
I wondered how his care was going. He hasn’t told me an A1c in years. I worried about his rates. I worried about his health. The more I tested, the more I watched, the more my pride grew.
He wasn’t perfect. He still doesn’t test as much as I would like but when he did test, his results were awesome. When he ate junk, which he doesn’t do as much any more, he nailed the bolus. When he spiked because of a low cartridge and air being delivered instead of insulin, the spike was no longer in the 20s (360+) it hovered in the low teens.
I sat back and realized that he’s got this. All of those years of preaching, teaching and sharing have paid off. He is taking care of himself. He is trying to protect his body from itself and doing a good job.
In a recent conversation I reminded him that he is the expert in his care. It is his job to ensure that he is able to demonstrate that to medical professionals that he sees. He should listen to them and be willing to accept their help but he may also have to remind them that he has been doing this all of his life. He has been privileged to be trained by some of the very best people in diabetes care in the world. He has a very good handle on things and a huge support network to reach out to when he is in doubt.
He explained that he finds that very frustrating. He doesn’t want to get into a contest of who knows more when he sees someone but he feels that after all of these years he does know his body. He is very healthy. He has got this…and he has!
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