Monday, July 22, 2013
No Way There'd Be Another
After all the diabetes in the wild encounters on our DC trip, I didn't expect to have any more for a while. But I was wrong.
A couple weeks ago, I was on a field trip with my class. Across the room, something caught my eye. The unmistakable sight of a pump set on the arm of a little girl. It was a Sure-T or Contact Detach, with the two adhesive circles, making it even easier to spot. As my students were fully engaged in their activities, I worked my way over towards the little girl. She was with another girl, and a woman I assumed to be mom was snapping pictures.
Since it worked so well before, I said, "I spy a pump set!" The girl looked up at me and smiled. "I have a pump too!" I said. I was wearing a dress with my pump hidden in my bra, and my set wasn't visible. Of course.
I turned to the woman with the camera: "What kind of pump does she have?"
"I'm not sure," she said apologetically. "I'm her aunt. She's been diabetic since she was two."
I talked to the aunt for a couple more minutes, and then it was time to move on. "It was nice to meet you," I said to the girl. She turned around and smiled again, "It was nice to meet you too."
I rejoined the other teacher on the trip with me, and told her about what had just happened. And things went back to normal. Or so I thought.
A little bit later, I saw an adorable little girl toddling around. Around her waist, was a sparkly pink thing that looked an awfully lot like a pump pack. But no, it couldn't be. I'd already had one diabetes run-in on this trip. No way there'd be another. But as she toddled by again with her dad, I saw pump tubing sticking out the side of the sparkly pink pack. I couldn't believe it! That made three PWDs in one rather small space.
As I stood there watching, trying to decide if/what to say, her dad looked my direction and smiled. I took it as a sign. "Is that an insulin pump?" I asked, before I could chicken out.
Sure enough, it was. And dad was perfectly willing to chat. Turned out that sweet little girl was only diagnosed about six weeks ago. And she's already pumping? Dad explained that it was because she needs such tiny amounts of insulin that dosing by syringe was nearly impossible.
I was able to supervise my class quite well from where we were standing, so dad and I chatted for quite a while. It was a conversation I won't soon forget. Before leaving, I gave the dad my email address, and suggested he check out some blogs, especially those of D moms and dads. I don't know if I'll ever hear from him, but I'm so glad we met. He and his precious daughter were truly a joy.
This happened during the week of FFL. I was pretty bummed about not being there. But meeting those two little girls reminded me again that I am never alone. It was like my own personal FFL in the midst of a workday. Happy in my heart and soul.