A few weeks ago . . .
My friend called and we agreed to meet at the park with all of our kids. Then I got the first phone call about my daughter's blood sugar. Then I had to meet my friend at the park, one look at my face and she knew something was wrong. I held the crying at bay for a minute until the kids were playing then the tears came (again). Part of my being upset was waiting for the right time to tell our daughter. There's never a right time!! But we had to decide if she would be re-tested. I wanted her to make that choice.
Our daughter agreed to be re-tested and so the waiting began. My friend kept asking me if I was okay. I felt okay at the moment but wasn't sure about the next moment.
Then the call came, her blood sugar was elevated for the re-test and she's diagnosed. My husband was home for lunch right then so we talked for a minute. Again, the question this time from him, are you okay? I said yes, then it only took two seconds past the door being shut that the tears were back again.
Have we been down this road before? Yes, that makes it a lot easier but it doesn't make it any less devastating or life-changing or cry-inducing.