
It's amazing to me to watch Drew and how he has adapted to life with diabetes. Many busy nights we are trying to get everyone fed prior to heading off to various practices ... We'll fix all the kids a plate and say a quick prayer.
While the other kids dig in (no we don't make them wait), Drew will check his blood sugar, we'll set his syringe up with the proper insulin dose (based on the carbs and his blood sugar). Many times Drew is the middle of a story with his brothers and sister when I walk over to give him his shot.
Without missing a beat, he'll tap where he would like his shot (arm or thigh; he's too skinny for his stomach) and continue talking. Sometimes when I give him his shot he may make a quick wince, but he continues laughing and talking ... being an 8 year old.
This is an occurrence 4 times a day. NOT ONCE has he complained to us. When I feel a bit of emotion coming on, I picture those big blue eyes and happy smile and I remind myself, that if Drew is not complaining, ... neither am I. He is the strongest one of us all.