Today is the 10th anniversary of the day that my oldest daughter, Lauren, was diagnosed with diabetes. She was only 8 years old when the diagnosis was made.
I remember that ugly day so clearly. I had just started a crappy accounting job with a food distributor. When I got the call that Lauren was being admitted into the hospital, I told my boss why I needed to leave. She asked me (with a look of disgust) how long I was going to be gone for. I should've quit on the spot, but I gave that witch 3 more weeks before I finally quit (with a 4 hour notice).
I drove to the hospital, fighting back emotions and choking down tears. Her mother & I didn't want to show any signs of panic or fear, since diabetes is something an 8-year old really doesn't comprehend.
When I walked into that hospital room and saw my little one sitting on that bed, drowning in a sea of blankets, I just froze in the doorway. She smiled at me, and in her little voice, said "Hi Daddy"....beaming at me with that same smile that I still catch glimpses of today.
I bent over to hug her, but instead, fell on top of her and just lost it. I began to cry uncontrollably.
I cried for all of the birthday cakes she would be denied, for all of the needles she would come to know, for all of the life adjustments she would have to make, but mostly I cried for this Innocent having to suffer this damn disease for the rest of her life. Her mother had to stand me up and remind me that I was going to scare Lauren if I didn't get a hold of myself.
We know that diabetes is NOT a death sentence, and Lauren is very much in control of this disease and not the other way round...and that is exactly why every year, on this date, we celebrate Lauren kicking diabetes in the ass.
Happy (kicking) Diabetes (in the ass) Day, Baby!
Daddy is so damn proud of You!