Caleb’s medical diagnosis date is January 3rd, 2007, but I often say it was his preschool teacher who diagnosed him on January 2nd.
It was much like yesterday – the first day back to school from the holidays. We suspected diabetes, but it seemed improbable. Impossible. I dropped Caleb off at school and casually asked his teacher to keep an eye on him to see if he was going to the bathroom more than usual. I barely finished that statement when she let out a little gasp and put a hand to her mouth. It gave me a split second of hope because I just knew she was going to tell me about some virus going around. That hope was dashed when the word “diabetes” passed her lips in a whisper.
Just like that, hope turned to dread. At that moment, I knew in my heart it could be nothing else.
Because I didn’t understand the risks, I left Caleb at school planning to call the doctor later that day. I went directly to have my license renewed. I remember it clearly. I cried all the way from the school to the AAA office.
I haven’t been able to look at the picture on my license without remembering that day. I see the puffiness in my eyes and the forced smile. I remember standing on the mark to get my picture taken – I was numb.
I had planned to go back to that AAA office today, but Caleb woke up unwell. He takes great pride in his perfect attendance, so I knew when he said he wasn’t up to going to school, he wasn’t. Thankfully, he’s more himself tonight, so I’ll go for the renewal tomorrow. Six years and one day after.
I’ll have a new picture, and in a very peculiar way, it will be a new beginning.
The whole story of When It All Changed,
and how We Were Lucky even though we waited.