Some other OC bloggers have mementos from their diagnosis. This is a pillow case I made in the craft room while staying at the hospital. I was way too old for the only play group there, and I really didn't want to hang out with the little kids. So one of the volunteers gave me some fabric paint and a pillowcase, and invited me to make a 'keepsake' of my stay. I remember missing my cat, Tiger, intensely...I also remember wanting to make something that looked happy to cheer up my mom and dad. I didn't feel like sunshine and flowers at the time, that's for sure.
Back then I also loved E.T., and I vividly recall my brother bringing my favorite E.T. doll to the hospital for me. I have never asked him how he felt growing up with his 'special' sister. He has always been a model big brother to me, the classic strong and silent type who rarely talks about his feelings. When my niece was born last year, she suffered hypoglycemia for a few days afterwards. (Her mom probably had undiagnosed gestational diabetes.) It's sad to think her father knew instantly what those low glucose readings meant after so many years of being around me. So today I am thankful for my brother, my first friend, steadfast protector and steady presence throughout my life.