… but as a blood glucose level, it’s no good at all. The past two nights have brought numbers in the 300 range, with one reading over 400. This could be due to: air bubbles in the insulin pump; a need to replace the tubing through which insulin is delivered into his body; a miscalculation of carbs eaten; a change in how much insulin he needs at night; something random we’ll never know.

When his levels are good, living “normally” comes easily. We’re more concerned with homework and what’s going on in his teenage mind than his insulin-dependent body. But when those numbers flash on too high or too low, what a jolt into the everlasting seriousness of this disease. It is true that one can generally control diabetes enough to keep it from interfering with all the rest life might have to offer; it is just as true that doing so is a full-time effort in vigilance and response.

I read blog posts and news stories on Type 1 diabetes, looking for hope, coping strategies, insight. Always, again, I admire Nick’s stoicism in dealing with this disease, even as my own heart stays troubled by his burden.