During her four months, two weeks of MDI, she had at least 520 shots.
During her almost eight months of pumping with OmniPod, she's had at least 260 pod changes.
During her one year, one day of testing her blood sugar, she's poked her fingers at least 4,026 times.
She has accepted this path for her life with the most amazing courage and grace I've ever seen...and she's 7.
She carries this disease day in and day out, with no breaks, no time off, no choice in doing it or not.
She wears her pod with honor, never choosing to place it where it can't be seen because of a performance or activity where others might ask her about it.
She doesn't want this, doesn't like this, but she holds her head high and educates people every chance she gets.
She is my hero.
We walk this road with her, but have no real idea what it's truly like.
We measure and weigh food, count carbs for/with her, but can eat how ever much we want, whenever we want.
We give juice boxes for lows, but don't have the slightest idea what her body is going through.
We give water and corrections for highs, but can't understand how out of control she feels.
We pray, hope, and dream for a cure, but know no matter how much we want it, no matter how much money we raise or donate, it might not be a reality for her.
We trust God and His plan for her life, even when it makes no sense to us and we don't understand why D had to be a part of it.
It's been one year, one day.
She has a lifetime to go.
Celebrating, because what else would we do?
She insisted on the candle...and singing! ;)