They don’t tell you, when your child is first diagnosed with type one diabetes, that the worst is yet to come.
When the boys were minors, I had the situation under control.
I was in charge.
I monitored the insulin, the blood sugar, the diet, the pharmacy, the insurance, the doctor appointments.
Now I need to hand over the reins.
“Don’t you have an endo appointment this week?” I asked the Grown Son.
“Don’t worry about it,” was the blow-off I received.
“But – ”
“I’ve got it covered. Stop treating me like a child.”
Well OK then.
A few days later he sheepishly confessed that he had missed his appointment.
He forgot all about it.
I told him that he would be responsible for the no-show fee.
I made him call the doctor’s office himself to apologize and to reschedule the visit.
“When is your new appointment?” I asked him.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered,” he blustered.
And around we go.
I am completely unprepared for this fresh new level of diabetes-mom hell.
