Late last week I got a message from a friend that the child of one of her friends was in a local children’s hospital after just being diagnosed with diabetes.
Welcome to the club where no one wants to be a member.
I sent a message to my friend asking her to let them know that I would love to talk to them on the phone or visit them in the hospital. She got me the dad’s cell phone number and after a brief conversation, we decided that I would go visit them on Saturday.
When I was first diagnosed, someone from the church I was going to at the time had a son (and sister actually) with Type 1 and she stopped by the house after I was released from the hospital and really set our minds at ease. It was a week before my birthday, so the biggest thing she did was reassure us that I could. I figured it was the least I could do to pass on the favor.
Armed with a list of good websites and books, partially built with some help from Twitter friends and a few little tokens (a yo-yo from CWD last year, some Lily frog accessories, a MultiClix, etc) I spent about and hour and a half with the family.
First of all, I had information for the local chapter of JDRF so that they could get one of the Bags of Hope, and it was already there! Major props to the South Florida JDRF chapter!!
It was a really easy conversation, and they sounded like a really great family. The dad talked about how this was going to help the whole family get healthier because they would all be eating more balanced meals with the son.
The hospital has them starting on a sliding scale, but mentioned that they will be moving to a basal/bolus routine quickly. The endocrinlogist who will be seeing the kid had already stopped by and I guess she is very pro pump since “it is the closest thing to a normal pancreas”. I think it sounds like they are in very good hands.
Well… except for one exception.
I could tell that the nurse that was in the room when I got there was not a real fan of me being there. She repeated when I got in the room what she had said to the dad earlier that “it wouldn’t really be the same since I was on a pump.” Right, but it’s not like I don’t remember my first days of shots!
Then she mentioned that one of the other nurses was also on a pump. The dad says, “Right, but she is Type 2.” And the nurse responds, “She was, but now that she is on a pump she has transitioned to being Type 1.” I wasn’t really in the mood to fight with a nurse who already didn’t want me there, so I just said that I agree that “the lines are getting increasingly blurry these days.”
When she left the room I turned to the dad and said that the nurse was wrong about what she said. He responds, “I know. I’ve been reading a lot online and know that it doesn’t work like that.” How awesome is that?! This boy is going to be in really great hands!
I would say that the only thing left to do is work out the secret handshake but I think the synchronized testing we (the dad, the son, the Type 2 godfather, and myself) did while I was there might count for that!