Saturday, June 11, 2011
Jack has been giving himself insulin for about a year now, but no matter how many times I see him inject himself, he never ceases to amaze me. There’s just something about watching my seven-year-old son pierce his skin with a needle and then shoot life-saving insulin into his body that gets me. My seven-year-old. Seven-year-olds should not know how to wield a syringe. At the same time, I’m so glad Jack does. Bittersweet.