My daughter went to the doctor this afternoon because we thought she had a summer cold or perhaps allergies. The doctor did a routine check up and agreed she probably had seasonal allergies. But then my wife mentioned that my daughter had been very thirsty for the past couple of weeks and the doc ran a simple urine test. High sugar in the urine. He sent them to the hospital to do some blood work. I got a call from my wife as they got to the hospital. I got there before the results came in. When we got the news it was bad.
My daughter had a blood sugar count of 800. Normal is 80 to 160, or so I now know.
The doctor got the news at the same time via FAX and he called our cell phone. Told us she needed to be admitted to the hospital and they would probably then transfer my daughter to Chicago for treatment. We opted not to delay the process. We drove up to the University of Chicago Children’s Hospital and got her in the emergency room . . . our doctor called ahead and they were waiting for us to arrive.
The preliminary diagnosis is my daughter has Type 1 Diabetes and is insulin dependent. She shows no signs or symptoms. In fact the doctors/nurses were stunned she was not in a coma or at least exhibiting other issues. They threw out a lot of big words. But it boiled down to we got very very lucky. She was diagnosed very early. She is now in the La Rabida Children’s Hospital for the next few days. My wife is with her. I came home to get clothes and other things for them and will be back up there in the morning. She will be taking insulin for the rest of her life, but I gather she will lead a normal life.
I gave my wife most of the cash in my wallet before leaving so she could get some food. I walked to the parking garage and tried to leave. The bill to park was $16. I gave the guy my debit card. The garage only took cash. I only had $14. He looked at me, pulled $2 out of his wallet and paid the remainder of the bill for me. I’m not poor, I was driving a luxury vehicle. I think he sensed I was was having a heck of a day. To him I owe a great deal of thanks. To God I also owe a huge gratitude because as bad as it is, my daughter’s illness was caught before any serious complications occurred. Its bad, but its manageable. If you can find a moment for a prayer, I think we could use some help tonight.