Today was Madeline’s arrival day at the Clara Barton Camp.
This is her first camp experience. She’ll be there for five days.
Five glorious days.
Five days in which to make new, and possibly life-long, friends.
Five days in which to hone existing diabetes management skills.
Five days in which to learn new D-management skills.
Five days for swimming, playing, singing, dancing, laughing, and being silly, with other girls who, while entirely different from her in so many ways, are the same as her in one of the most essential ways.
Five days of carb counting, low treating, high treating, set changing, bolus giving… in an environment in which—for the very first time in over two years—she won’t feel different, less than, abnormal, strange, damaged, weird, stupid. In which she won’t be perceived as the slow-downer or the fun-killer of the group when she has to stop doing something for a few minutes in order to treat a low, count up carbs, or give a bolus. In which she will be wholly accepted by others.
Five days in which she can stand out for being who she is, rather than for the disease she has.
This is the gift of diabetes camp.