Thursday, June 21, 2012
Megan has been accepted to the medical arts program at one of our local high schools and will begin that program in the fall. Her compassion for her sister has led her to want to be a CDE (Certified Diabetes Educator) This job requires her to become an RN or registered dietitian before she can get the CDE certification, she has chosen the RN rout.
As she was laying in the hospital bed knowing we were just about to head to the pediatric psych ward she was concerned that being admitted to a psych ward would inhibit her ability to become a CDE. That was what she was most concerned about, not being able to help other people becuase she was hurting so badly. Can I just say that I love her heart so much!
I actually think she will be a better CDE because of her experience in the psych ward. She gained tools that she will be able to pass along to others. PWD and we caregivers of CWD know that a T1D dx can send you spiraling down to the depth of depression. There are times when this disease becomes too much. Megan will be able to help those in that place because of where she has been.
One of the coolest parts of Megan being where she was is that her attending psychiatrist is a PWD (T1) and after we would have our discussions about Megan we would talk about our diabetic alert dog and insulin pumps etc. Bekah was not allowed on the unit but he met her in the other part of the hospital and thought she was the cutest thing ever, he loved her pump pouch (too sweet boutique) We had a connection that went beyond him caring for one of my children, and it took the edge off of the trauma that we were experiencing.
Our insurance company is trying to deny the claim of Megan being admitted to the hospital. I am so thankful that I have had to put that mama bear hat on to fight for stuff for Bekah. Diabetes has helped me get through this whole experience with Megan so much better than I ever would have had I not been through what I have been through in that last couple of years. I can't believe I actually said this but I did and I quote. My method of attack is to first go in and kill them with kindness and then if they push back too hard I won't stop until I have their balls on a platter. (yeah that was not me two years ago, I would have probably just curled up in a ball and cried)
Thank you for the nice comments on my last post. We would love to have your good thoughts and prayers and we step out in to another "new normal".
Posted by Heidi =) at 9:59 AM