My son was diagnosed 11 /11. I'm certain he started feeling badly/differently around this time last year. Hence, I think the anniversary date is rearing its ugly head. So far this week...my son (who does not complain and has never complained even though I leave the door open for him to) cried and asked me why God did this to him. Of course, I told him I didn't know, but I'm certain that God has great things in His plan for him and that our task is to wait and trust. I am a Christian but others of you who are also Christians probably understand that I have a lot of things to talk to God about because I too am hurt and mad. Then...my daughter (who is the older sister-she's 10), also came to me privately and cried non-stop. Keep in mind she's always been his little mommy. Actually, while John and I were in the hospital, she was at school and spent the whole morning going to each teacher's doors with a pencil and pad of paper asking each of them if they knew how to check blood sugar with a meter. They go to a pretty small school and everyone knew what was going on, so the teachers allowed her to do this so that she would know she was helping her brother. She brought the list to me at the hospital. Needless to say, that made my cry my eyes out, too. On top of that, we're having BGL's all over the &"@$! place and for some reason I can't stop worrying about A1Cs, future complications, and everything else that is directly or indirectly associated with this. Dear God when will there be a cure for this?!?! Whew...at least I feel a little better. I sure will be glad when this anniversary thing is over.