Diabetes…I hate you for what you do and what you take from all of those you have come to live with, but I will never forgive you for coming to live with my grandson.
I hate the day he was diagnosed and we were told you would be with him 24/7 for life, unless a cure was found
I hate that because of you, his fingertips are and always will be calloused and full of holes
I hate his Diabetes highs, his Diabetes lows and his Diabetes everything in between
I hate that because of one stupid coach he almost died
I hate that most people don’t understand how much work it takes for him to survive each day
I hate that he can’t eat whatever he wants without first deciding if having another shot is worth it
I hate that when he does eat…he has to be a mathematician and a clairvoyant
I hate that he can never forget, even for a moment, he has you on his back
I hate that everytime I see a child run to the bathroom I think he might have diabetes
but mostly …..
I hate that it was him and not me. I would have gladly given you my pancreas…Why can’t you take mine and give his back to him?