Today I have seen many posts about other d-bloggers' siblings, and how today is a day to recognize them.
So I guess I will do that!
My brother is 4 years my senior, and growing up we fought a lot. At the time I never put much thought into caring about what he must be going through when mom and dad paid a lot of attention to everything I ate and everything I did. We gave my parents a run for their good parenting money...so to speak. He was a hockey player and I was an artsy kid who didn't really know which direction to pick...I liked them all.
My parents did an excellent job of making life seem completely normal after diagnosis. I don't really remember it to be honest, I do remember dropping my drawers so my dad or mom could give me a shot in the butt. I remember eating healthier snacks after school and gazing longingly at my brother putting away 10 mini pizzas as a "snack". I don't remember feeling sad or deprived about diabetes. I always felt it made me special.
I do remember how I was diagnosed. It was on a hockey trip for my brother. I had just gotten over the flu and we were making our trek home and stopped for supper. All I wanted was to drink milkshakes. I didn't want any supper just strawberry milkshakes. I distinctly remember feeling kind of sick at the thought of eating but anything liquid meant that I could be satisfied if only for a minute. Apparently that's when my mom knew something was up. That's how a lot of things happened when I was little, I was a hockey sister. I didn't mind it, I enjoyed running around the arena and sneaking treats out of the candy machine. I had friends who were there, I got to travel a bit...it was a great childhood!
My brother has always taken everything in stride about my diabetes. I got to go to diabetes camp and he got to go to hockey camp. I remember when I was first diagnosed we were still in the same school, I remember one day I spilled my milk on my sandwich and ruined it. My teacher let me go up to the grade 6 wing and tell him and he gave me his sandwich, knowing that I needed to eat (of course this was back in the 2 starch, 1 protein, 1 fat, 1 fruit days). I don't really know if he got to have another sandwich that day, but I do know that even 11 year old brother didn't let me go hungry and low.
We may have fought a lot and I know I was jealous of the attention HE got sometimes because he was a true athlete (and he still is!) If he was ever jealous, guilty or angry: he certainly never let it show. All in all I think we were pretty normal siblings.
Today we are not as close as I would like, but we both have busy lives. But I do know that he would always be there for me in an emergency if I needed him.
Hey Brandon, if you're reading this you should comment and tell me if any of this rings true!