How do you tell your child we may never find a cure?
Tonight Amber showed me a couple Barbies that she’d been playing with today, and one of them she’s always said is her twin. It’s got blond hair, and she dresses it with the same kinds of clothes she wears. She held held that one up and said, “This is me all grown up. See what’s different?” I didn’t understand what she was thinking at first. I said something about what she was wearing, and I made a joke about Amber growing up to only be a foot tall, like that Barbie.
She said, “No, Daddy. She doesn’t have diabetes.”
It was all I could do to not cry. I just hugged her, because she was in such a great mood that I didn’t have the heart to explain to her right then that we never find a cure for this damn disease which has invaded our lives.
Now I get to spend the night thinking about how I’m going to talk to her about this tomorrow. A Monday is an appropriate day to break your child’s heart.
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