Diagnosis

I grew up in the cornfields of Wisconsin, just on the edge of rural society. I had passed through those cornfields countless times. I loved how they looked in the spring, truly golden in the daytime sun. This time, on May 2nd, 2016, I truly wasn’t paying attention. I was in the backseat of my… Continue reading Diagnosis

Diagnosis 2: my mom

My mother in law had told me that she cleaned the floor in my 11 year old son’s bathroom because it was really very sticky. But my mother in law rewashes my tupperwares because they are not clean enough and takes steel wool to my pots and pans, so I took this to be yet… Continue reading Diagnosis 2: my mom

Diagnosis 3: my dad

The gathering storm For months after Kaelan went into DKA I kept thinking that I should have seen it coming. The number of mistakes I made on the way to diagnosis, and beyond, is breathtaking. The school year when he was diagnosed was a strange one for Kaelan. We could see that there were unusual… Continue reading Diagnosis 3: my dad

Hospital times

Unsurprisingly, hospital life wasn’t glorious by any means, but it could have been worse.  I had my own room, full of kiddie illustrations that I thought were a bit much, but nonetheless appreciated. It wasn’t a busy wing, so it was more or less silent and peaceful. The nurses were kind and patient. They and… Continue reading Hospital times

Back home

Three days after I entered in a wheelchair, I walked out of the hospital with fresh clothes. Surprisingly, when I started to leave, I was a little reluctant to go. After all, I didn’t know how to take care of myself, the nurses had been doing it all for me. But, my parents were firm,… Continue reading Back home