dear insulin pump

Dear Insulin Pump,

I’m not going to give up on you.

We’ve had a couple rough starts when you’ve frazzled my nerves and rattled my confidence.

Nevertheless, I promise not to throw in the towel again like I did with the first pump we tried last year. It was Christmas Eve, and whether we had improperly placed the insulin pod or somehow it had become dislodged, Micah wasn’t getting insulin. His blood sugar had become very high.

Did this cause a lot of anxiety? Yes.

Was it scary? Yes.

But we learned that these situations can be dealt with; it’s just a matter of patience and knowing what to do to solve the problem. I understand now that it’s not your fault. I just need to take a few deep breaths, relax, and exercise a little patience.

Because you, my friend, are ultimately a wonderful addition to our lives. It’s just that I have done things so differently for almost thirteen years; I’m not used to your ways.  

I understand how beneficial you are for managing our son’s blood sugar. Between meals, if it’s going high, you step in and give more insulin. If it’s going low, you stop the flow of insulin. I have seen how you do this, and it is a wonderful thing. You keep him steady, and, we have seen far less highs and lows. I truly appreciate not having to load a syringe and give Micah a shot after every meal or having to figure a mathematical equation for how much insulin to give. You, dear insulin pump, do all this for me.

Did I say that I think you are truly amazing?

Since you’ve come into our lives, I can’t help thinking what it was like for people living with type 1 diabetes long ago, a virtual death sentence until insulin was invented around 100 years ago. And, for years and years, the only method was to give it via injection. Now we have the pump (which isn’t extremely new, just new to us) and advances seem to happen on a yearly basis. Oh, I am so very thankful that we live in the age we do.

So, it’s going to be alright, my friend. I will grow from this, as will Micah, and all those who play a part in his diabetes care. I’m ready to learn, to work through any anxiety I might feel, and especially, to watch how you will give our son the best quality of life he’s ever had.

 

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