Today for D-Blog week our topic is to write a letter. There were many topics I could have chosen to write to, for example to our Blood Glucose meter, The Freestyle Lite. Clifford and I personally love this meter, it requires a minimal amount of blood I mean dealing with D we need to find some positive somewhere, right? . Instead I thought about this topic a bit and decided to write to Clifford.Dear Clifford,
It's crazy how big you are getting, and just how smart you really are. I'm very sorry D came into our lives just a short year ago. But through it all you've showed just how strong you really are. We've had our scary moments in our year with D, but we've managed to come out and continue on our journey. I'm very thankful every day that you are in my life, and I thank God that he has watched over you during the times I thought we might lose you. I wish more then anything for you a cure. If I could wave a magic wand and switch places with you, I would in a heartbeat. But until the day comes that we get our wish answered we must continue on with our battle. We will have our ups and downs, and days were we hate D for entering in our lives. But know this we will make it through it all still smiling, and thankful that we have another opportunity to be with one another. Everyday is a celebration for me when you wake up in the morning, and I see your face. I want more then anything for you to know I love you more then you'll ever realize, and I'm grateful for being your mom.
You may get in trouble because you misbehave, but know this, it's for your own good. I wish for you my son that one day a cure will be found, and you can live out your dream of being in the military. Until then we must continue to raise awareness, and keep battling the beast we refer to as D. If there is ever a time you are sick of dealing with D, take a break from thinking about it, and let me care for you as I do daily. Try not to worry about anything, as I will do my best to keep you healthy. I want for you to be a kid first, not a kid with diabetes.
Love, Mommy
