I went to get the mail yesterday with a skip in my step as the sun was shining and it was a beautiful day! I grabbed the mail that was wrapped in an coupon clipper of sorts then closed and locked the mail door. As I was walking back to the house, I casually thumbed through the envelopes that were there. Suddenly my footing came to a halt. There it was addressed to the Parent or Guardian of David xxxx. The return address showed it was indeed from the trial-net study. I could feel my body all but split in to two people. One who wanted to tear that letter open and the other that was hesitant.
As my brain wondered what would be inside I could feel the tears well up. My thoughts quickly went to a family recently adding a second T1 daughter to their world. I took a deep breath and prayed, "Ok Lord, I know You and that You are good all of the time, even if this letter does not say what I want it to, what I hope it does, Lord I know you are still good and will see me, us, through whatever we must face. Right now Lord I need your grace."
My hands now trembling I decided to open the letter before I got to our driveway so if it was bad news I could just keep walking and my family would not have to see my first reaction to whatever was inside. I slowly ran my finger through the flap. "I really don't want to open this now," I thought. I devised a plan to hide it in the mail and pretend like it never came.
Yeah right, I wouldn't be able to walk past the stack of mail with out a knot in my stomach. I slowly opened the flap and took out the letter. By this time I felt like I wanted to just go puke somewhere. I could tell it was a form letter as I opened it. I read it once and then a second and third time to make sure it said what I thought it said. Basically it read that David has no detected antibodies at this time that show him to be at risk for T1D and they recommend that he be retested in a year. A smile came across my face and I breathed a sigh of relief. For now at least, we only have one diabetes diagnosis to deal with.