And sometimes... Life is just knocked into perspective.
My cousin's middle son, Issac, passed away this morning at the tiny age of 9 years old. 9 years old, a life just beginning. About two years ago he went to the emergency room with a terribly high fever and stomach cramps. Turns out he had children's diabetes, in one of the most extreme cases possible. Although he made a full recovery his life was from that point on dictated by regular insulin injections and a new eating lifestyle. For a 7 year old he was very "on top of" taking care of himself, very responsible, very adult-like for only nine. Last night, for whatever reason, he passed away in his sleep due to either too high of sugar, or too low.
Guilt, sadness, perspective, and a bit of anger at myself. That's what's going through my head right now. How is it that a small child is so responsible with his eating habits and responsibilities to a dietary disorder, yet takes his life away? I, on the other hand; couldn't have been anymore irresponsible with my body, practically bringing it to hell and back and here I stand today, alive and well. What my cousins are going through at the moment I can't even imagine, and let alone even imagine putting my parents through the same the thing. What I got this morning was a cold hard punch to the stomach, and a wake-up call that there is no turning back on this journey to recovery.
Prayers to little Issac Richard Boeckman <3
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