Look what happens when school ends and schedules collapse: six days since last entry! Ack!

So I’m now doing the incredibly tacky but somehow thrilling hi tech thing of posting WHILE ON THE ROAD… We are on our way to the Lake District, where we try to go every Easter holiday.

The roads are quite busy and I’ve already been outraged enough to note down a REALLY bad driver’s license plate – but it’s a blue sky and bright sun day.

This time last year we experienced one of the hardest and most stressful weeks of our lives (so far!): almost as soon as we arrived at the Lake house, E’s blood sugar numbers went through the roof. Like, 18,19,20 mmols.

He was on MDI (multiple daily injections). It was a long bank holiday weekend – so no medical support – and all we could do was just POUR insulin into him. At first we followed the rules and upped his doses by one every two days. Four days of this had no effect. He was so high and miserable – emotional, feeling sick, so tired. We spent every moment trying to figure out what to do. Could not go walking ( too high). Could not eat highcarb food or have treats. We had been desperate for a break, and had ended up with even more grief ….

Halfway through the week, we took charge and started taking chances: in a space of two days we doubled his total insulin dose. We made a pact not to speak of diabetes so constantly, or in front of daughter M – who, being a good girl, had been silently bearing up, helpless and unhappy, in the face of it all.

Fortunately our approach worked. E began to come into range, and as he went down so we could go out – I remember a beautiful ramble around Buttermere. Slowly we all recovered.

Of course what we had run up against for the first and typically dramatic time, is the unfair fact that there is no holiday from diabetes.

So that time, the break never came. We were as exhausted when we got home as when we’d left.

However. In our bones we know things are different now. The insulin pump has transformed our and E’s ability to gain control quickly. We understand more about insulin resistance, about the possible effects of growth hormones, of changes in routine, and what may happen as the pancreas’ production of insulin fades and wobbles, splutters. All or none of these things we now know may have played a part in that confusing and scary week.

We set off for this week then with very nearly a song in our hearts -by comparison, anyway. Yes we have been dragged into an education by experience that no one could wish for but plenty undergo. And which is ongoing. Of course.

Yet: the last week numbers have been good. The teeth-gritting stress that comes from feeling like you can’t win for losing is remarkably leaving us be for a while.

Phew. More than anything though, we find ourselves able to lives our lives – for the moment – alongside diabetes. For the moment, the haunting, just out of sight grey ghost has gone quiet, almost – heavens – calm.

See you in a week.

— Post From My iPhone