Two-and-a-half years ago, Nick was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.
He’s gone through 34 bottles of insulin, about 5,400 needles and probably 10,000 finger-prick blood sugar checks.
People who knew other diabetics recommended we get him a pump. So a few months ago, we began the process. In February, the pump arrived, but we couldn’t do much more than look at it until this past week, when the pharmaceutical rep came up to train us. Now the pump is connected via tubing to his body. Currently, we’re running saline solution – a sort of “wet” run.
Thursday, the UCSF specialist will make sure he’s been using it correctly, then make the switch to insulin. After that, we’ll have to change the tubing every three days, which still involves being jabbed with a needle – a bigger, fatter one – but from 150 injections each month to 10? Ten?! That’s huge. Plus the control and flexibility the pump offers makes adjusting for snacks and sports so much easier – not just a step ahead, but leaps and bounds.
Nick’s been such a trooper through all the diabetes demands – I’m so happy we’re able to do this thing that will improve his life dramatically. Especially grateful a program exists to cover the costs. Thank goodness. A cure would be the ultimate, but until then, we’ll take the small miracles.