We win every day …
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When we discovered my son’s diabetes, my ground opened up, I lived a moment of mourning for a few days. That’s right, LUTO, my son was there with me but I felt that something was gone. I saw myself the size of an ant, in a totally unknown world. Not knowing what to do and how it was going to be from then on. Today I know that that mourning was of a person who thought he was strong but was not, and that God had chosen me for a difficult mission, to be my son’s pancreas .
Today is how I see it, I need to do the function of his pancreas. If it doesn’t work, I will be here and I will do my best so that my little candy lives well and without sequelae. In the beginning it was not easy and it is not easy today . And who said it would be? If it were easy, we would never taste victory. And it is this flavor of victory that I feel every day, when I wake up and know that my son is well and that we will have another day to fight. I see him playing, like all children do, and that is priceless for any mother. We win every day, because there are days that no matter how much I do everything right and in the same way there are days when diabetes gets off track… not always what we do today will have the same effect that it had yesterday.
I would love to work out, have my independence, more like, if the mission of playing the role of pancreas of my sweetie was destined for me. How can I trust the school that at no time wanted to learn what type 1 diabetes mellitus really is and does not even know how to proceed in case of hypoglycemia. When we found out I went to school and explained everything and said that I was ready for any occurrence with my son, and this is how it works, when I see that blood glucose levels are not as we expected, I ask them to do the dextro (measure blood glucose) and he do it alone and tell me how much it is and depending on the amount I go to school and apply the insulin.
How can I work and pass this responsibility on to someone else? I don’t complain and I can’t complain because despite everything there are days that I think I’m a super pancreas mother. When I arrive at the end of the day and I know we won again! I struggle with diabetes every day, and when it tries to bring me down, I show that I, my son and the insulin together are much more than she. It is not always easy, I have to tell my son that he is going to eat just that little bit, after all, eating is so good. Even more if we don’t control ourselves, we eat more than necessary. Today he eats everything, and not everything is diet, because I tell him what he is going to eat and apply insulin to that amount of food. Today we participate in parties and meetings with more freedom.
Will there ever be a cure? That only God is the one who knows, until she arrives I will be here with all my strength to fight every day. There are days that no matter how much I do everything the same, something different happens. There are days when I wonder how long I will endure, will I endure? But of course I will, because if I give up, what will I do? Cross your arms? No, I don’t have that right, it was the mission that God gave me, I was chosen for that , that ‘s when my strengths are renewed and I manage to win another battle. All I want most is to see my children well and happy, I ask God to put good people in their path, real friends who care about their well being.
I know that the ballads and parties will come and that I will not be there to say that he has to take his insulin or to eat or drink this and that, but friends will be there in my place. Everything I can teach him, that he always makes good choices both in the people around him and in his food. I hope he takes this for his whole life, after all life is made of good choices.
The outburst of warrior mother Cristiane Almeida about her son’s tireless struggle with diabetes.
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My name is Dr. Alexis Hart I am 38 years old, I am the mother of 3 beautiful children! Different ages, different phases 16 years, 12 years and 7 years. In love with motherhood since always, I found it difficult to make my dreams come true, and also some more after I was already a mother.
Since I imagined myself as a mother, in my thoughts everything seemed to be much easier and simpler than it really was, I expected to get pregnant as soon as I wished, but it wasn’t that simple. The first pregnancy was smooth, but my daughter’s birth was very troubled. Joana was born in 2002 with a weight of 2930kg and 45cm, from a very peaceful cesarean delivery but she had already been born with congenital pneumonia due to a broken bag not treated with antibiotics even before delivery.