This is the story of a very determined young lady. For those of you who don’t know, one of my children has Type 1 (or Juvenile) Diabetes. It’s extremely difficult to manage and affects every aspect of her life. However, since the very first day of diagnosis that kid has been determined that, although she has diabetes, it doesn’t have her. This is just one of many tales of her amazing courage in the face of a vicious disease that threatens to take her life every single day.
She woke up with low blood sugar early on Friday morning the first week of school. When I say woke up early I mean EARLY! Still pitch outside and would be for a quite awhile. She had to be up, showered, and have 3 changes of clothes ready to go for the long day ahead. First, to cross country practice in the wee hours of the morning, then a long day of school and leading the pep rally for the first game of the season. Friday night football in Texas is a very big deal, y’all, and she was the Head Drum Major for the Marching Band. She was also low when I picked her up after school. It was not a good D day (D is shorthand for the big D – Diabetes) and not even being remotely close to over. She had to rush to shove some food in and change clothes for the big night ahead. Of course, she was amazing, as was the band. I regret to say that the same wasn’t so for the football team. I won’t tell you the score because it was, well – embarrassing. My mother sitting up in the stands caught the only football that was caught that night on our side. Perhaps the football team shouldn’t have waited to start two-a-days until after the band had already been practicing for a full three weeks in the hot Texas sun. I’m just sayin’…
Anyway, all the kids usually go to IHOP, the only place open late at night, to hang out after the game. Even though her twin brother was going with all their friends, she declined. She had had a long, hard day, was completely exhausted and needed to get up early in the morning again for the first Cross Country run. She was low at bedtime – also, not a good thing. I don’t know what happened but we all over-slept the next morning and we had exactly 5 minutes to get to dressed and get to Cross Country which was 20 minutes away. Yep, we were going to be late.
All the prior events contributed to a recipe for disaster but the rest of the morning topped it off. First, she woke up low. Again. Then, she had no time to eat a proper breakfast and not enough time to carb up and have the carbs kick in before running. She shoved a granola bar and some electrolyte beans in her mouth on the way to the course while getting her running shoes on. Since we arrived late she had no time to warm-up or stretch so she had to run with cold muscles. The Cross Country races have always been 2 miles long but we are in a new district this year and the distances changed. This morning’s run was a 3 mile course. Ordinarily, she starts practicing with the CC team several weeks before the start of school. However, things were different this year with band camp, as well, and it was scheduled to begin earlier in the mornings so she had only practiced with the CC team for less than a week.
I mentally checked off all the strikes against her leading up to this 3 mile run and couldn’t foresee a good turn-out for this at all. There was just no way she would be able to finish this run. It was impossible. I was preparing myself to console her afterwards. That is, if she even survived. Anyone who is remotely familiar with Type 1 knows this was a recipe for disaster. This very well could turn into an emergency very quickly – or worse. You may wonder why I would even let her attempt such things. It’s because I know something that is very hard on a mother’s heart. No matter what disease or disability a child may have, the thing that will kill them is letting that rule their lives. You have to let them be as normal as possible and D kids have tenacity like none you’ve ever seen. They are truly heroes who are beyond brave every single day. Besides, my daughter’s motto when it comes to this sort of situation is “Impossible is Nothing”. So I put on my This-is-no-big-deal-face and stationed myself near the finish line, holding my breath and praying that she would actually finish.
I strained my eyes to catch just a glimpse of her bright blue running shorts somewhere in the woods across the lake. I couldn’t find her. Just when I was getting very nervous I saw her come around for her first lap. 1 ½ miles. She didn’t look good. She was breathing too hard and she had shortened her stride and was barely jogging. But she kept going for the second lap around the lake. 1 ½ miles still to go. Only half-way done. I yelled my encouragement, held my breath again, and thought about the impossibility of her actually finishing.
Then the thing I dreaded most happened. I was peering into the woods across the lake trying to catch that one quick glimpse of those blue shorts knowing that she should have already been way past that point. In fact, she should have already been in. I know how she runs and she should have come in already. I was trying not to panic. She should have come in by now. Something was wrong. Would a kid run in and tell the coach? I turned around to look at the coach, to see if any kids were reporting something bad to him. That’s when I heard someone call my name. I whipped back around. Another parent asked me if I knew who they carried in. My heart literally stopped. Where? Where? Some parents had carried a girl to the pavilion up the hill. As I stood to take action I heard someone say something.
No. The other parent was saying something to me. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying. No, it’s not her. I still didn’t breathe because I knew she should have been in already. If it wasn’t her then where was she? She should have come in by now. Finally, I saw her. She was in bad shape but she was still on her feet. She ran by in little short steps. She didn’t turn it on and sprint to the finish line like she’s famous for doing. She collapsed as she passed the finish line but she got right back up. The new assistant coach half-walked half-carried her toward me while I rushed to take her something sugary to drink. She was low. Very low.
As she fell to the ground to start guzzling a drink to treat her low she reached a shaky hand up to me and handed me something. It was a small orange piece of paper. I turned it over and saw the number 7 written on it. What does that mean? She looked up with a lop-sided shaky smile. “I made Varsity. By the skin of my teeth, but I made Varsity!” Not only did she finish the race in face of insurmountable obstacles, she had made the Varsity team. I swear that kid runs on sheer determination.
Impossible is Nothing.