The fact that our son M will be a Senior next year has been hitting us hard. Time is flying, and the time that we have to force him to be with us is getting slimmer by the minute. Because of this, we have been making it a priority to go out on family "adventures." A couple times a month we try to go do things our family has never done before. Yesterday our adventuring took us to a couple tourist destinations in San Francisco.
I keep replaying the day back in my mind. It was a whirlwind of fun, and a great family bonding day.
But whether we like it or not, diabetes is part of our family too. That means it got to bond as well.
It occurred to me that every wonderful memory our family has made...numbers are attached to it. Take this picture for instance...
We were on top of Coit Tower, and B and L were running high. I gave them less insulin for breakfast because we had planned to climb 21 stories of stairs to the top. We arrived only to find that the stairs have been closed for quite some time so we had to take the elevator. (I was part horrified, part completely relieved if you can imagine.)
The picture below is our family in China town. Everyone's numbers were AOK by then...but still, they were there in every moment.
And then, when B and L experienced Benihana for the first time...can you guess who was low?
We can run, we can adventure...but we can't hide. The numbers find us. They are a constant swirl of information above us at every moment.
The fact remains though...we had an amazing time as a family. We laughed and shopped and ate like nobody's business...and even after all that Japanese food..the boys went to bed with 112, 130, 117. (That last one was J's. He ate lunch with us, and then later went to an all you can eat Chinese Buffet for dinner with his friends. HOW DOES HE DO IT!!! I almost think he is magic.)
Anyway...we made great memories regardless of the numbers. The smiles were priceless, and the frowns were easily melted away with some fast acting apple juice, kindly comped to us by the bar for L's low.
The memories of the numbers are trumped by the memories of the fun. It is always worth the risk to take a journey away from the home. Maybe diabetes won't play fair...but you can bet your family will overcome and find a way to make it all work out in the end.
Fighting numbers is no different on the fly as it is at home. It is worth the chance.
And definitely worth the memories...