For the last two weeks we've been struggling with Tyler's BS's. No matter what we seem to have done, he is dipping frightfully low. With the increases of his activity level, we have been unable to keep up. And even more frightening, my husband and son were convinced that he had been misdiagnosed. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Could it possibly be true? Could my son be misdiagnosed and now we needed to save his life by taking him OFF insulin. Scary enough my husband do it. And for awhile we were successful in keeping his levels balanced with exercise and food without the use of quick acting Humalog. I did however keep him on his Lantus. I just couldn't quite quit the entire thing. But, however, our dreams and hopes were crushed when BS just didn't stay the same. He eventually went crazy high and we started to give him his Humalog again. And crazy thing of all, the tears started to flow again. I just couldn't believe that I could let myself believe that he could mysteriously be cured.
As I've watched him slowly come out of his honey moon stage, I can't help but think back to our life before D. Our careless family fun nights of candy and soda. I miss our eating late and unscheduled. I think of Tyler's life in the future and what it holds. Too bad it's not a life without D. I only hopes he knows that it should never stop him from doing anything and everything he wants to do.