Numbers...

3,180 that is the number of injections give or take a few hundred my son has had in the 2 years, 2 months and 2 days he has had Type 1 Diabetes. I can't even begin to calculate how many finger pricks the little warrior has sustained in the last 795 days, at least 7,000. His bravery and stoicism is awe inspiring at times. He deftly hold his finger up in deep sleep to be tested, no longer even waking for this ritual. Our days are filled with number crunching...carb to insulin ratios, correction doses, minutes between meals, and behind all these figures a small boy thrives. His hope and determination never fades......"when they find a cure mama"....there is no if. Most days this disease no longer even causes me to bat an eye, and then there are mornings like today. Days where my heart breaks anew as my son looks at me and asks pleadingly "Why did I have to get diabetes Mom?" If only I had 1 answer.......