We are a touch less than a year and a half on from my step son’s type one diabetes diagnosis.  That was the scariest thing I’ve ever been a part of.  Since then he’s had frequent check ups and his handling of his blood sugar has been closely monitored.  A few weeks ago his doctors saw something that deserved a closer look, and today he went in for a couple of procedures.

He was nervous about the IV, but he wasn’t nervous about being put under, or about the procedures themselves.  My wife and I were nervous enough about those for all of us.  The staff treated him well.  They explained everything they did at every step of the process, and worked very hard to make sure the IV process went as smoothly and painlessly as possible.

In the end, everything went by the book.  We have to wait a couple of days for the results, but the doctor who handled everything said it all looked good to him.  My step son is incredibly brave and unbelievably tough.  The universe keeps dealing him a weak hand and he keeps rolling with it and turning the lemons into lemonade.  I’m very proud of him, as always.  Good job, bro.