Bad times!

The past couple of weeks have been unpleasantly upsetting. Ross had his annual review on the 7th of October. A couple of days later the consultant phoned with the news that Ross is now diabetic secondary to the bastard cystic fibrosis.

They wanted to get him into the ward soon and started on insulin. So he was admitted on the Sunday. The initial plan was for his blood sugar levels to be monitored over 24hours, start insulin and get home the following day. He seemed a bit deflated by the news at first but like everything this has thrown at him, he was ready to take it in his stride. It was also the start of the school holidays and although not best pleased he reckoned losing one day to the hospital was tolerable. One turned into 2 etc and 5 days later he was home.

The main stumbling block was his confidence in stabbing himself 4times per day to administer the insulin. I couldn't blame him. The whole week just reminded his mum and me about how unfair this condition can be and something I probably(definitely) try to mentally distance myself from most of the time. I had my meltdown Wednesday into Thursday. Ross had a slight flutter on the Tuesday. He is so resilient and adaptable. Wendy found it tough at the end of the week but that's her story to tell.

A day in hospital can seem like a week and by the time he got home, firing the insulin in was thankfully no big problem. There's still a big learning curve to attack for the next while, diabetes was my worst subject at nurses school, and i'm sure he'll reach the target before i do.