We are Jewish, and yesterday, we celebrated Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, and went to services at our synagogue.
Our synagogue offers simultaneous adult and children’s services, and Gregg and I had volunteered to serve as ushers during the children’s service. We were assigned a shift with Max’s group.
So we hung out with Max and his cohorts, and we were about to return to the adult service, when Gregg asked, “While we’re here, want to check out Jack’s group?”
“Sure, why not?” I replied and off to Jack’s group we went.
The gal, whom we’d trained in D management and who was supposed to be watching over Jack, was nowhere to be found.
So as soon as I saw him, I asked Jack, “What does your CGM say?”
He pulled Dex out of his pocket, glanced at it and said, “63 with an arrow down.”
I followed up with an actual blood test, and sure enough, he was 58. I gave him juice and rechecked fifteen minutes later. Even with the juice in his system, he was still low, and he was symptomatic.
Though Jack bounced back from the low just fine, I spent the rest of the day wondering, “What if we hadn’t been there? What if we’d returned to the adult service? What would have happened?”
We weren’t scheduled to have been with Jack’s group. We were supposed to have been with the other adults, listening to the rabbi’s sermon. Without our trained D gal around, Jack was under the supervision of high school kids, who had no idea how to handle a hypoglycemic episode. (We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again!).
Even today, I keep returning to same questions: What would have happened if we hadn’t been there? Would Jack have been able to have handled that stubborn low on his own?
I am grateful that we were there, but I have no idea really why we were there and neither does Gregg.
Now, you need to know that I don’t pray often. I send up a little prayer, when I feel it’s needed or when I’m asked or moved to do so, but that’s about it. I celebrate Jewish holidays and follow traditions; however, I’m not the most religious person. But I was feeling moved yesterday during services, thinking about the year ahead, my hopes for the year and what matters most to me.
Seems a little coincidental that we were in the right place at the right time on a day that I actually prayed for Jack’s safety and good health.
Maybe I should pray a little more often!
To all of my Jewish friends out there, l’shana tova! May the new year be sweet!