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In light of what's been going on around here with diabetes, I decided to try and have some fun with it. We try to avoid using words like good/bad when it comes to blood sugars, but I've heard of some people doing this and thought it was worth a shot.
For every 100 that pops up on the meter, Elise gets $1. It's not for having a "good" number, it's just for fun.
Some people have told me that it's bad to mix BG numbers and rewards, but I've told Elise this is not a reward, but a fun game we can play. So far, she's enjoying it. And that's all that matters.
Things have been rough lately. Diabetes has been a big, stupid jerkface, and Elise is collapsing under the burden of it all.
The other day we had a meltdown of epic proportions. My heard was breaking because I couldn't fix it. She's hurting down to the depths of her soul and I can't do anything about it. It was haunting to listen to.
She's right... Diabetes is awful. And horrible. And not fair. She's right to ask, "why me?"
But what, as parents, can we do about it? We can hold their hands. ease the burden in any way possible, validate that their feelings about diabetes are okay (though I've had some argue with me about this. That's another post for another day), and love them as best we can.
But there is no tangible way to help. And that's the kicker.
I went to bed that night with a shadow resting over my heart. I replayed her sobs in my head, feeling like an utter failure.
It's my fault she has this.
My fault her numbers have been erratic lately.
My fault because nothing I do fixes them.
My fault because by now, I should know what to do.
The next morning I awoke with a renewed determination. First and foremost I wanted Elise to know how proud I am of her. And how she constantly amazes me with her strength. And even though diabetes is hard, she is bigger and better than it, and it won't beat her.
So I wrote it down in a note and tucked it into her lunch bag. Usually I write her jokes, but that day she needed more than a laugh.
There were quite a few calls from the nurse that day (because of the erratic numbers), and I could always hear her in the background; she sounded in good spirits. Usually multiple nurse visits cause major grumpiness.
When she got home, she bounced off the bus to meet me and gave me a big hug when we got in the house. Then she said this:
"You know that note you wrote me? Thank you. It made me smile. I also read it to M (other girl n her grade with d), and it made her smile and happy too. And then we talked about how hard diabetes is. Can I keep the note forever and look at it when I need to?"
With that, she showed me exactly why I wrote the note. Because it's true. All of it; she's amazing, and brave. Strong and a fighter. There are days when diabetes will get her... but she'll prevail in the end. I know it.
And sometimes... even though I feel like a failure when it comes to diabetes, it's nice to know that I can get it right.
What do you do when you find boxes and boxes of Jelly Beans in the clearance bin at your grocery store?
You buy as many as possible.
And then text your fellow D-Moms in the area to alert them to the booty of low treasure that awaits them for just 45 cents a box.
It's the small things people...
