It was a huge relief to get some questions answered. It is a very humbling feeling to suddenly not know how to feed your child. You leave the hospital feeling like things must be very regimented and precise. And in some ways they must be. But in other ways, not so much. Which was such good news. I think I'm getting a handle on things. Sort of.
But as we were walking out of our 3.5 hour appointment there was a sweet little girl checking in. Unlike most clinics, you know why everyone is here. We commented on her cute boots and struck up a conversation. Ali is also almost 11 and in 5th grade. Diagnosed when she was 4. Rocking the insulin pump since she was 5. Likes to read and likes to shop. Sound like anyone we know?
Phone numbers were exchanged with promises of a later get together. By the time we hit the elevator, we had a text inviting us to wait and have lunch with them! We had a great lunch and visit. The girls exchanged numbers--a diabetes friend is the newly discovered exemption to the "this phone is for emergencies" rule--and spent much of the afternoon texting.
Friends are awesome, but a friend who gets you, a friend with diabetes, that is beyond words.
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