Our first day in the hospital there were so many thoughts going through my head. As I followed the ambulance to the hospital, I made a call to my sister in Ohio to tell her about Brandon. We quickly made the decision not to tell mom for a few days. At the hospital the Endocrinology team advanced upon the room. Doctors and nurses and diabetic educators and dietitians all came in to talk and to learn about his history and to reassure us that it was nothing that we did that caused the diabetes. They asked us about his eating habits, is there a family history of Type 1 Diabetes, autoimmune disorders?
I first thought did he get this from me? His father? Would he have to be on a pump for the rest of his life? I didn’t want him on a pump for the rest of his life. Would he have to eat snacks out in the hall way at school like my next door neighbor did when we were kids. I can’t cook – will I have to start cooking? Will we have to eat vegetables?! I am a single mom how am I going to handle this when he is home by himself? I am a disorganized mess how am I going to add this into the mess we already have?
Then I saw the changes that first day, he had spunk, his cheeks had color, the circles under his eyes began to go away. The food, he ate so much food! I then saw something that humbled me. He was amazing. He handled this with grace and humor. I was not only proud of him but he was and is my hero!
It was amazing to have such a dedicated team to help us through our first days. Our first four days with the disease were spent in the hospital with a support team to guide us and teach us and hold our hands. The place we didn’t want to be became our refuge and leaving the hospital was scary.