He will never know a life without diabetes.
He was not even one when his sister was diagnosed.
At the hospital all she could talk about was her brother’s monkey-themed first birthday party to be held in a few weeks.
He doesn’t understand it all yet, but he will.
He asks to have his finger checked and I pretend to do it.
He asks for juice when Q gets one for a low.
He yells “Smarties!” with excitement on All Hallow’s Eve because that’s one of the few candies he knows by name.
He’s heard countless times “Just a minute” as I finish up with Q.
I asked Q to tell me three things about her brother:
He likes Thomas.
He’s really crazy when you tell him about ice cream.
It’s true. He LOVES ice cream!
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