Wednesday, November 28, 2012

My Big Brother-The day of D-Siblings

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 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 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!

1 comment:

  1. Thank You for the kind words, It's true.

    I can honestly say that I don't ever remember being jealous. As a lifelong pragmatist, I always knew it was a serious condition so in my eyes, the attention you were receiving was very necessary. Those lows were scary.

    I also think that our parents were 100% focused on the both of us in all aspects, so I wouldn't have ever felt jealous. That's what good parents do, they rise to the challenges and meet them head on, and our parents exceeded that test.

    Siblings fight. It's what happens. Luckily our bickering ended with the teenage years. I don't remember the sandwich incident specifically, but I am sure mom and dad packed enough lunch to get me through.

    You can count my growing reclusiveness as I become older as a factor in our not meeting up as much, (and 2 jobs, shiftwork, etc) but hey, at least you know I'm never too far away to drop a sandwich off. I make awesome sandwiches.

    Congrats on your blog! I read it often. See you at the Deli next week.