My third day in April

This is a day that for many months I did not know if it would come true. Thankfully, it did and this my third day in April is a day of celebration!

I am the only one with T1 diabetes in my family. Thankfully my only sibling and her two sons did the testing and it does not appear that they will develop T1.

When T1 came into my life it changed my life drastically. Many obvious signs such as testing my blood glucose level and taking shots. However, the emotional side of diabetes was often a bit hidden.

I was only 13 years old when hypoglycemic unawareness rudely appeared in my life. This complication would make me have to work harder to stay conscious and to stay alive.

I knew that my life could be gone so fast, that I never looked ahead very far in my life. I wanted to find a loving, supportive and caring soul to marry; however, I never dreamed about a wedding as I wasn’t sure if it would ever happen.

I choose psychology as my major and after college I needed a break from school. I went to Alaska and worked with severely emotionally disturbed children ranging in age from 8 to 18 years old. These children were placed by the state in a residential treatment program. This position gave me such insight into how life could be really challenging for a child if they were not brought up by healthy parents.

I knew I would never want to be a mom without being married, so I didn’t count on being a mom.  I did know that if I married and my spouse and I felt that being parents was the right step for us, that I would want to become a mom by way of adoption.

When I was a junior in college I spent a semester abroad on an amazing program called Semester at Sea. While sailing around the world at the age of 20, I visited orphanages in China, India, and Russia.

As my life went on, I did get married and I did become a mom by way of international adoption.  Russia would not allow me to adopt because of T1. That was hard to take, but each country has the right to determine the type of parent who should be allowed to adopt.

I saw my son for the first time in Guatemala when he was three and a half weeks old. It was so hard to leave him; thankfully, he was with a very loving foster family. In February of 2008, it was another trip to Guatemala to bring my son home.

My son has an April birthday. He is my biggest blessing and he most certainly is a diamond!

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