Over the past six months, diabetes has been as present as ever in our lives. Thomas started on an insulin pump, but the daily in and out of diabetes is the same. Testing. Bolusing. Site changes. Rinse and repeat.
Somehow, though, diabetes has receded; become less. While the daily chores are the same, the emotional toll is so greatly diminished.
The day school started in Bourne, TJ's pump broke. TJ was supposed to be sleeping over his grandmother's, and we needed his pump to be working. But while the whole thing was a huge pain - I had to order another pump, rush home the next day to program it and do a site change before rushing him to Grandma's - it was just a pain - nothing more.
A woman at work asked about Thomas the other day, wondering if he was "all set and under control now." As I was briefly explaining that while he was doing well, we have to monitor him each and every day to keep him that way. It dawned on me, though, that diabetes care had become less like a terrible, sad imposition, and more like changing a diaper - not the best part of the day, but something that needs to be done.
In the meantime, my blogging has suffered. Carey wrote once that he was always waiting for his son to "do something diabetes-ish" to be blogged about. And while there have been things to write about, I just don't care to, or haven't had the time to, or a little of both. So, the tales of by the numbers may change - to the stories of regular life. Which is, after all, life with diabetes.